Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Tour bus rolling down Broadway
Says, "Nobody you would know"
In all the store front windows I see my face
And the lame expression of this Average Joe
Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
To a con artist at the bus depot
Now who would've thought such an honest face
Would make a monkey of this Average Joe?
I'm a walking disaster
I'm an accident waiting to happen
I can't walk any faster
No, if I could I'd be tap dancing
I see the porch light of my home
Where my love lies waiting for me
No, we don't have much, but this I know
You've made a king out of this Average Joe