Joe was thinkin' sweet revenge
Since a stool sent daddy to the pen
Now joliet ain't cake on Christmas eve
Whiskey's eatin' Joe inside
When in this bar young Joe does spy
Mister pigeon 'cross the horse shoe
Gettin' loaded
Joe, he kind of looks at him
And back he tries to smile
He don't know Joe's wise to all his lies
Joe would like to waste this dude
Who sang in fed house court
For framin' up his dad
Cut his luck short
Better lay low, Joe
You say you wanna even up the score
Better lay low, Joe
Leave your bullets in the bottom drawer
Gotta lay low, Joe
Christmas ain't no time to war
New Year's is the time to score
Better lay low, Joe
When he least suspects young Joe will move
The stoolie's cool but Joe is smooth
One frame! One Shot! Two years' revenge worth waitin'
New Year's Even just might be hot
Let old acquaintance be forgot
Midnight! My knife! For Dad! The punk stopped skating
"Set my man another round," Joe smiles at the bar
Bloody Mary's what he must be drinkin'
"Hey thanks, kid, ain't it hot in here"
Joe answers with his eyes 'cause
"Can your chino ass" is what he's really thinkin'
Better lay low, Joe
Leave your bullets in the bottom drawer
Gotta lay low, Joe
Christmas ain't no time to war
New Year's is the time to score
Better lay low, Joe
