And Joe my other son, the youngest to birth,
Has such a brain, and has such worth!
For there is nothing he can't do, no matter what!
For he's more than capable, with the brain he's got!
Always a free spirit, and always on the go!
That's my lad, the one we called Joe!
All his life he's been an imp! Had me up the wall!
It was always the same, I always got a call!
Saying; ‘blimey come quick, I'm at the end of my rope!
Come and get your son Joe, cos I just can't cope!'
He was a terror amongst terrors, this is so true!
I never knew what next that lad would do!
He would go in the sweet shop and offer to help them!!
They'd bribe him with sweets, to get rid of him again!
At 100 miles an hour in speed, oh woe is me!
He was such hard work, and a terror to me!
I never knew what he was up to when in the home,
I would shout for him to come, couldn't leave him alone!
And when he went quiet, I would go sick with fright!
Cos always there'd be a mess, so out of sight!
But one look at that face, and his guilt was on show!
That's that little terror, the one we named Joe!
He broke unbreakable toys; they used to call tough!
He smashed the TV; he broke it when playing rough!
Unbreakable they may have been, but not to my son!
Oh when I think of the things that lad's done!
He drove people mad, oh but he sure did that!
He could knock you with words, just knock you flat!
His brain as I say; really is second to none!
So move over Einstein, cos here comes' my son!