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when he went ridin' by 
But little did he know that she was a courtin' on the sly. 

Joe's been a gettin' there Joe's been a flyin' 
Joe's been
2300 Jackson street 
2300 Jackson street 
2300 Jackson street 

Memories of growing up 
And working hard 
Our childhood passed us by 

Mom
Skies ain't gonna cloud no more
The crops ain't gonna fail
Caught a blue bird by the toe
A rainbow by the tail
A certain man with eyes that shine
Skies ain't gonna cloud no more
The crops ain't gonna fail
Caught a blue bird by the toe
A rainbow by the tail
A certain man with eyes that shine
the buddah blues
My name Joe my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum

He has a fine and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
My
were shot down by the National Guard troops 
Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes 
School shot down cause there's no more to lose 
Now we're
2300 Jackson street 
2300 Jackson street 
2300 Jackson street 

Memories of growing up 
And working hard 
Our childhood passed us by 

Mom
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
sweety pie I'll promise you no other guy
Could steal me from you
Hey Joe (hey Joe) go put on your dancin' shoes and I'll help you forget the blues
I simply
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
For the Christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto

Ghetto
Ghetto
I can't get out of here

I got
Billy Joe

They all have a place to go
To the last chance dance
Going to the last chance dance
Going to the last chance dance

Two by two, there
to the eastwike
Even flat Joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
For the Christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto

Ghetto
Ghetto
I can't get out
like that other guy won't allow me no chance, yeah
Well, it looks like, to me, that other guy won't allow me all chance
Hum, hum, hum
I want a go I'm a free man here.

I'm an American boy.
Drive me a chevy ain't got no Peugeot.
My older brother was a gi-joe.
Red white and blue
always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis 

Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox 
And he always wore his black socks, but he
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
to handle

Sham 69 were left in a shambles
Generation X was next
Elvis and Nick Lowe
They had a go

With the help of the Attractions
And Joe Jackson
that ride back (Haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke boy (Joe Crack)

Uh, this that
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant
the last of night
Of Jackson and Canada

If we didn't lie
How could you believe
The closeness in between
The dawn and blue half-light
So little in
wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Hey!
Down in joe's garage
We didn't have no dope or lsd
But a coupla quartsa beer