Here I Am Alive, and Five Years Old
Joe Brown Has Different Ideas, to Me He Has Told
Stay out of My Way or Suffer Big
Yes Sir, Joe, I Hear You, and I Dig

A Big Black Eye I Came Home, Given by That Vermin
Mama, Looked, and Started Preaching Me a Sermon
On the Evils of Fighting and Acting the Clown
I Know All about That, but Does Joe Brown?

Up to My Room With, "Wait 'Til Your Dad Gets Home"
Thinking, Boy I'm in Trouble, Shall I Just Pack and Leave Home
About That Time Who Comes into the Room
Yep, Dad, and Looking as Big as the Moon

What's this I Hear, about You Fighting Joe Brown
Let Me See That Shiner, Here, Put Your Head down!!
A Smile Comes on His Face, and He Say's, Son Look
If You Fight Joe, Don't Fight Him by the Book

Here Let Me Show You, Put up Your Arms like this
When He Throws a Punch, Step Aside and He'll Miss
Give Him a Left and Then a Right
But Don't Hit Him with All Your Might

Because with the Size of Your Arm
You May Do Him Some Harm
So Just Give Him a Light Tap on the Head
And Maybe He'll Think about it Instead

And You Will Become Friends for All Time
Trying this First, Is No Crime
Two Days Later about Maybe the Same Time
Joe and I Tangled, and What Dad Said Entered My Mind

Hit Him Light, and Don't Make Him Suffer Big
Because with My Arm Who Knows--dig?
Sure Enough I Hit Joe Light
And I Didn't Hit Him with All My Might

Joe Started Crying and Said
Please Be My Friend
We Shook Hands and I Said Sure
The End