Old Joe
Yesteryear's models
Lined up on the streets
Everyone in the world
Has their eyes locked on me
I walk a city block
As I'm drowning at sea
Old Joe stands laughing
And smiles at me
He knows something I don't want to know
He knows something I really outta know
I paid off all my debts
And got rid of all my fines
Not a stroke of luck
No, none for this guy
But I strut the walk I talk
As I'm drowning at sea
Old Joe still laughing
And smiling at me
He knows something I don't want to know
He knows something I really outta know
Yesteryears models
Lined up on the streets
Everyone in the world
Has their eyes locked on me
I walk a city block
As I'm drowning at sea
Yesteryear's models look a whole lot like me
Autor(es): The Living Skins