Engine Joe

Why ya gotta go

And sell your soul?

Why ya gotta talk

About Engine Joe

Like he's some guy

In a fairy tale book?

Everybody knows

That he just cooks

Baked beans and brisket

In a barbecue stand

On the dirty side of town

He's a dirty old man

But he likes his job

More than the rest

Who work with him

And consider him the best

Still he wouldn't care

If you called him a rat

But why ya gotta talk

About Engine Joe like that?

In the very same city

On the other side of town

Lives a funny little lady

And a rodeo clown

And she swears she's

Loved him all her life

He promises one day

He's gonna make her his wife

Have a couple kids

And a little plot of land

Open themselves

Up a barbecue stand

Just like Engine Joe

On the other side of town

Funny little lady

And the rodeo clown

Rodeo clown thinks

That Engine Joe is fat

But still he wouldn't talk

About Engine Joe like that

Guitar

Once upon a time

There was a race car racer

And he had himself

A suped up AMC Pacer

It was shaped like a bubble

But it drove really fast

The racer couldn't drive

So the Pacer, it crashed

Got himself a guy with a truck

That could tow her

Still he said he didn't think

That guy could fix its motor

But that guy, he didn't care

He fixed it just the same

I guess that's how

Engine Joe got his name

Now, he wrangles

Beef in a barbecue stand

Ever since the day

That he mangled his hand

He doesn't care

He just keeps on smokin'

Cigarettes and brisket man

I ain't jokin'