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 Ann or Peggy Sue
I'm gonna spend my next half day with a girl called Joyce;
Gonna possibly stop at Tebay with a girl called joyce.
Hey Joyce, I know you're not as far out as Ronnie Boyce
And I'm aware that you've got a few quirks
But it hurts when I hear all the songs to Maria
Well, we haven't really done with J or K
Much to my dismay
When the bad gets worse I turn to a girl called Joyce;
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 springless cart on a sunless 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.