Tour bus rolling down Broadway
Says, "Nobody you would know"
In all the store front windows I see my face
And the lame expression of this Average Joe
Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
To a con artist at the bus depot
Now who would've thought such an honest face
Would make a monkey of this Average Joe?
I'm a walking disaster
I'm an accident waiting to happen
I can't walk any faster
No, if I could I'd be tap dancing
I see the porch light of my home
Where my love lies waiting for me
No, we don't have much, but this I know
You've made a king out of this Average Joe
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