| Mr. Joey, doing the Drew |
| He was the smartest that anyone knew |
| He grew the business out from an inky dark sickness |
| There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, belief was the key |
| To bring the devil to our misery |
| He clicked the fingers, formed inky rivers and that’s fine |
| What’d I say young fellow? |
| Have ya' per chance heard of the struggles? |
| He made a deal with satanic forces |
| He struck a chord with good ol' Satan’s corpses |
| To make the dream reality, he opened the gates that shooketh |
| That’s good ol', Mr. Crooked |
| Well I dare say, I brought this mad creation to life |
| And my goodness, it’s going out of control! |
| Looks like I’m going need a quiant young aficionado to jump in! |
| Surely, an ending it deserves! |
| In the meantime folks, how 'bout 'ya treat yourself to a packet of Ol' Whim |
| Wham cigarettes cartons? |
| 20 cents a smoke, 20 dollars a carton |
| Don’t ask me how I did the maths, just buy it you schmuck |
| Mr. Joey, what did he do? |
| He caused this madness that everyone knew |
| He broke the business, flooded from inky dark sickness |
| It all went wrong |
| No more dreaming, the place was a wreck |
| He brought the devil and sent us to heck |
| He blew up the good vibes, got with the times and that’s fine |
| Well, by Joviet, it looks we gotta amscray |
| So now it’s over, it’s time to say adieu |
| We wish we had more time, but we will miss you too |
| If you want to put the blame on any destruction conducted |
| Blame good ol', Mr. Crooked |
| Well, we tried ladies and gents |
| Some things just don’t deserve to be brought unto this world |
| Why, we should be thankful and happy about what we have already! |
| Families, friends, a great economic environment built with so many |
| Wonderous possibilities already! |
| Why, it should sure make us grateful |
| That is… if I had any of that |
| A family, friends, money, possibilities |
| Nothing for this old crook, I tell ya |