He couldn't count past four
But he didn't need a whole lot more
He was weird, all spindly and tall
Standing in his leathers up against the wall
They had the same name in the cover
But they sure did not look like brothers
He liked to lean out into the crowd
He liked to keep it stupid and loud
But joey had to go, he couldn't stay, he had to get away
Joey had to go, he's heading up town, he couldn't stick around
Joey had to go, he couldn't stay, he had to fly away
Joey had to go, he had to pa** on, he couldn't hang around
He prefered carbonara not glue
He liked eating that chicken vindaloo
From alphabet city to the borough of queens
He was the king of the punk rock scene
Johnny would be pounding on his cheap guitar
Dee dee was a pinhead, he took it too far
But joey liked to keep it simple and true
He liked to sing, baby, i love you
I'm not glad to see you go
I wish that you could stay and sing some more
In your torn jeans and worn-out leather
I wish that you could live forever - live forever
But joey had to go, he couldn't stay, he had to get away
Joey had to go, he's heading up town, he couldn't stick around
Joey had to go, he couldn't stay, he had to fly away
Joey had to go, he had to pa** on, he couldn't hang around