Joy

The other day
I met a girl named Joy.
She said: come here
I'm gonna make you my joyboy.
Things went good, things went bad.
Now every time I think of Joy, it makes me sad.
It makes me sad.
The other day
I met a girl named Joy.
She said: Roy,
I'm gonna make you my joyboy.
Well, she took me for a ride
sort of a joyride
Now every time I think of Joy
I get all weird inside.

Oh Joy to the world
was a beautiful girl,
but to me joy ment only sorrow.

Now, if you haven't got an answer
then you haven't got a question.
And if you never have a question
then you'd never have a problem.
But if you never had a problem
well, everyone would be happy.
But if everyone was happy,
Ther'd never be a lovesong.

And Joy was a beautiful girl,
But to me, Joy ment only sorrow.