Little Joe, run for the border
Leave your home
Leave your mother and father
Go where the reptiles roam
On the side of the border that is your home
Little Joe, eyes of your lover look back on you
As you run for cover
Though stick and fire and may break your bones
There’s a light in the tunnel that leads you home
Little Joe, just like your father
Your eyes will water, your guts will splatter
Though sticks and fire, sticks and fire
Won’t break your bones, it is a lie
Little Joe, run for the border
Leave your mother and father
Go to where the reptiles roam
They’re waiting for you, Little Joe
