Joey couldn't stand a soul, he’d rather join a band
And later save his soul
Talking to a baby about playing a week
But he couldn't roll
He could make a bedroom swing
Wouldn't leave it to stop
See him doing his thing
He couldn’t leave it alone
Sitting back, sitting low
From his head and his toe
All alone from his head to toe
He's a dynamo
He could heat your frigerator, he could tame an alligator
But he couldn't move
And his friends started playing, I miss you by the way
You just gotta groove
Smoke rising high from his screams
It's hard to take you to know
And this cat really swings
And he don't thank you to know
Sitting back, sitting low
From his head to his toe
All alone from his head to toe
He's a dynamo
He could make a bedroom swing
Wouldn't leave it to stop
See him doing his thing
He couldn't leave it alone
Sitting back, sitting low
From his head to his toe
All alone from his head to toe
He’s a dynamo
He could make you laugh
He could make you wanna cry
He could even make you fly, fly, fly, fly
Sitting back, sitting low
From his head to his toe
All alone from his head to toe
He’s a dynamo
He's a dynamo, he’s a dynamo
I'm telling you, he's a dynamo, dynamo
He's a dynamo, he’s a dynamo
He’s a Dynamo was written by Russ Ballard.
He’s a Dynamo was produced by Chris White & Rod Argent.