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