Good-For-Nothin’ Joe
Ted Koehler, Rube Bloom
He's just good-for-nothin' Joe
But oh I love him so
Guess I'd die if good-for-nothin' Joe
Ever tried to leave me flat
Oh yes I'm certain of that
Folks I know can't understand
Why I must have that man
But he thrills me like nobody can
Ain't a woman just like that
I wouldn't mind doing what I'm doing
I'd work and slave till my hands were sore
But gee I know when I go home to him
Instead of sympathy, he's just as mean as he can be
Still I know there's nothing I can do
Because I love him so
I'd be good for nothin' too, I know
Without good-for-nothin' Joe
My good-for-nothin' Joe