Joy

Sundays

the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe

the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog

well you saw him and you could hardly know

cos times change.... I know

some days he's more than humble

on some days he's cold and mad, mad as hell

well you saw him and you can hardly know

it's so strange.... and well I, I know

those lakes of golden water

those lakes of gold are all running out

well you saw him and you could hardly know

it's so strange... and well I, I know



joy, joy, joy

work, work, work harder

sure as the hours

joy, joy, joy

work, work, work harder

you say