My friend Joe is a guitar player
that never leaves the house,
you know he’s a real hard drinker,
a first class thinker.
He goes around in the same clothes
that he wears everyday, he ain’t got much to say.
And I met her at a party a long long time ago.
We shared a pizza, I didn’t like her,
you made me drive her home.
And I know that you two, yeah well you go a long way back,
and you’re great friends, that’s why you call her up on the phone.
And she knows everything about you dear.
She knows all your friends from high school
how could I know them?
And she has always been such a beauty queen.
Yes she’s lovely, I agree.
And she has perfect fashion sense.
In my car I take the highway, I love the highway.
I take my time, take the long road and back in Oregon
I decide to get the courage and call you up but you’re not alone.
So I call my friend Joe.
And we know everything’s not so bad.
But it’s just hard to find the right words
how could I know them?
And if you’d rather be with your beauty queen,
well I won’t keep you anymore.
I’ll just turn and walk away.
I won’t feed on jealousy,
no I’ll just drink with my friend Joe.