O Sweet Joe Pye come on by to my house
On the second block of Trenton
It's the white one with the side-steps
That my grandpa put in
Saint John, heather, timothy, and teary-eyed Queen Anne
Come around through the back way
'cause there ain't been a fence up
Since the old garage burnt down
How high can you go?
Could you shimmy up the front door
Shutter up our windows
And hide the grey peeling paint on the front of the porch
How high will you grow?
Could you careen the filigree between the rust & the railing
With out failing on me
I know it looks bad, Dad
But I wouldn't say such things
I wouldn't say such horrible things---no!
Please go or I'm gonna...yell for Joe
I know that this was once your home
But you let the weeds take over
And now it's all over
Sweet Joe Pye
Could you keep 'em outside
The mean kids across the street
And every passerby
With judging eyes
They've got me telling little lies
And giving bad directions
Can't your leafage block their vision
O rise up for me
Sweet Joe Pye!
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