Lyrics Joey - Boy

Joey′s in the bathroom feeling kind of woozy
Wondering if he'll ever make another shitty movie
Writers all alike in extreme dislike
Critically ashamed he should have set it on the post step
He′s looking at his life, he's checking it twice
Wondering what it's worth
His insurance has a million
And he says can he kill me, he′d give half to her
Don′t be fooled by him
He's not really dead
Don′t be fooled by him
He's a hypocrite
News of his death circulating on
Syndicated broadcast television
Commemorating work of the late great hero
All hail Joey, the movie-maker zero
He′s so great he's always in style
Cashmere sweaters and boots of crocodile
He′s out on a limb, avant-garde
Maybe just a little skinny, but hey who's not
He's thinking late at night
He′s going over it twice
Maybe he′s the one who people really like
Should he come back from the dead
No she said, The IRS would have their heads
Don't be fooled by him
He′s not really dead
Don't be fooled by him
He′s a hypocrite
She's trying to stay away
With the 500K
Don′t try helping them
They won't go down again
He said it won't be easy some days
With not a cent, not a nickel to his name
He′s trying so hard to do the right thing
And all these people after him
Taxi baiting, emulating, cast a blanket on his lady′s bed
Don't be fooled by him
He′s not really dead
Don't be fooled by him
He′s a hypocrite
Don't be fooled by him
He′s not really dead
Don't be fooled by him
He's a hypocrite