Hey Joyce Rock and Roll never gave you a voice It's never given you so much as a lament So I went to the store And I bought a guitar To bestow this accolade on you Just you Not Sally, Carrie Anne or Peggy Sue I'm going to spend my next half day with a girl Joyce Going to possibly stop at Tebay with a girl called Joyce
Hey Joyce I know you're not as far out as Ronnie Boyce And I am aware that you've got a few quirks But it hurts when I hear All the songs to Maria When we haven't really done with J Or K Much to my dismay
Gonna lose myself in the thrall of a girl called Joyce
Slower ball? Paris Fashion week caught me off guard I was busy with trellising the yard
In a spring-less cart On a sun-less day As the laudanum shortage dawns Two fauns Lead me through the glade Where the gods have dumped Diana for a girl called Joyce And displayed on high is a banner in support of Joyce And the brook runs crystal clear And the brook runs crystal clear And the brook runs crystal clear And the wind cries Joyce Hey Joyce Rock and Roll never gave you a voice It's never given you so much as a lament ~