A guy named Joe

The gal I love has fallen for a guy named Joe,
I know she's really fallen 'cause she told me so;
Though folks may think that I'm a balmy son-of-a-gun,
I'm just the happiest guy that's living under the sun.

She's all the Grables, Lamours and Lamarrs
She's the sweetest armful of feminine charms

Yes sir, I'm happy, I'm a-rearing to go
Cause she's the gal I love and I'm her Joe

You can roll out the barrel and throw down your gun,
For she's the kind of girl that puts the blues on the run

There's tomato blondes and ashy blondes and brownettes and brunettes
There's long and short, and fat and slim, and the girls one ne'er forgets,
But the girl I want to tell you of, the doyen of them all,
She's a combination of the best; and she's Joe's girl