Happiness Is A Thing Called Joe - Carol Burnett

It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe

He’s got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow

He’s got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh

When they know little Joe’s, passing by Sometimes the cabin’s gloomey and the table’s bare

But then he’ll kiss me and it’s Christmas everywhere

Trouble’s fly away and life is easy go Does he love me good, that’s all I need to know

Seems like happiness, is just a thing called Joe

Repeat second verse

Little Joe, my little Joe, little Joe!