Happiness Is A Thing Called Joe

It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe

He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow

He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh

When they see little Joe passin' by



Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the cupboard's bare

But when he kisses me, 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



Does he love me good? That's all I need to know

Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe



Little Joe, hmm hmm, little Joe, my Joe