There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a.

He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd.
He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a.

But late at night he sneaks on down to the liquor store
for a bottle of sheep dip.

Natural Joe,
got an easy flow.
Whereever he goes
they say "here comes Joe."

Joe, he's a happy Man and he won't do you wrong.
He's one respectable son of a bitch-a.

Now Joe ain't no patriarch,
but he's smooth with the girls.
He ain't no cahuvinistic sone of a bitch-a.

But late at night he sneks on down to the porno store
for a little bit of ...

Nature Joe,
he's hanging low.
Whereever he goes
they say "here comes Joe."

There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a.

He don't like firearms; he don't own knives.
He's one pac