Joe Van Gogh

Joe Van Gogh is a friend of mine He's the son of Vincent Van Gogh, you know Joe has more friends than you do And Joe Van Gogh is a painter too I've shared a room with Joe Van Gogh And all night long he grinds his teeth It could be genetic, it could be the heat It's pressure to paint, that's my belief This I'll tell you 'cause this I know I'm a valuable friend to Joe Van Gogh I'm the only painter Joe Van Gogh knows Who wasn't first friends with Vincent Van Gogh Joe Van Gogh is a very good painter Some sunflowers, sure but other stuff too But how good a painter we'll never know Till he gets away from Vincent Van Gogh An umbilical cord of red Day-Glo Runs from one to the other though Through the streets of Amsterdam they go Joe on the shoulders of Vincent Van Gogh Oh Oh Joe Van Gogh has a second floor window With a scene of Amsterdam below He sits at a canvas with a Marlboro In his mind Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh Vincent Van Gogh is good to Joe He gave his son his ear, you know But it can't be easy being Joe Van Gogh Trying to paint when your dad is Vincent Van Gogh People write songs about Vincent Van Gogh Like Starry Starry Night and other stuff too And it don't exactly even the score, I know But here's one song about Joe Van Gogh