It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He’s got a smile that makes the lilac wanta grow
He’s got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe’s passing by Sometimes the cabin’s gloomy and the table’s bare
Then he’ll kiss me and it’s Christmas everywhere
Troubles fly away and life is easy go Does he love me good, that’s all I need to know
Seems like happiness, is just a thing called Joe
Little Joe, little Joe, little Joe