[Lyric] Joe (Working: A Musical (Original London Cast))

Sung / [Spoken]

You wake up at ten
Fold up the bed

[You don't wanna leave your couch open all day, you know? It's depressing...]

You cook an egg
You toast some bread

[You cook for yourself, you save a bundle. If you don't keep track o' your money, who will?]

You think about
The day ahead

[You can't go feelin' sorry for yourself]

It's like I said

[You can sit home and be mad at the world, or you can get out and do things...]
You take a walk
You meet a chum

[This one guy lives down by National Biscuit — Boy, you should see the nice aroma...]

You shoot the bull
You argue some

[And maybe he calls up a coupla other fellas to come over, play some poker...]

You lose at gin
Until they come

[This guy remembers what cards you picked up!]

The dirty bum...

[But even gettin' beat at gin beats doin' nothin'...]

You take a bus
You take a train

[You visit your wife's grave. On the way you read the Reader's Digest...]

It does you good
To use your brain
[Or maybe you go out and see your cousin. You bring a six-pack along...]

You take a stroll
Down memory lane

[When we were young we was always together —]

And raisin' cain

[We go back a long ways, him and me. Oh, the times we had...]

I remember once
Back in '62
We were at this fair
With these girls we knew
On this crazy ride
Where you screamed or you prayеd

[The "Big Dipper", they called it...]

We could hardly walk
As we left thе car
So we staggered down
For a candy bar
Then we sat and laughed
In the penny arcade
At six o'clock
You watch the news

[Them politicians get you so mad you throw your slippers at the set...]

You cook some franks
No big to-do's

[Most nights you lay around, you straighten up, maybe call your daughter...]

You watch a game
You take a snooze

[But then there's Sunday, Sunday's different—]

You change your shirt
You shine your shoes

['Cause you're goin' around the block to the tavern...]

You shoot some pool
You drink some beer

[You don't have to drink a lot to have a good time, maybe three, four in an evening...]

You find a pal
You bend his ear

[You meet a lot o' your old crowd there Sundays. Sometimes a bunch o' you, you sing —]

The kinda song
You never hear

[Like "Stardust" or "In the Mood"]

And then you cheer...

[Last Sunday night we sang "Till We Meet Again". Believe it or not, I once did a waltz to that tune. Honest to god...]

It was at a dance
I was seventeen
And the girl was like
From a magazine
And the lights were low
And I mean really low

[I think a coupla my friends had somethin' to do with that...]

And I kissed her cheek
As we waltzed away
I remember that
Like it's yesterday
Boy, she was surprised
I can hear her say:

"Joe!"

They drive you home
From round the block
You take your cash
Out of your sock
You fix the bed
You check the lock
You wind the clock...