Ballad Of Cleo & Joe

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

Every morning the clock kicks off the beat
Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet
Waits in his platforms for the right train to come
Sipping his coffee, another day has begun

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

Little Joe got work for minimum wage
Tries to get through another dead beat day
At five o'clock he comes home to change
Takes him many hours just to rearrange

And he works his body just to be somebody
There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream
And he works his body, and he feels somebody
And the working boy becomes a dancing queen
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

And he works his body just to be somebody
There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream
And he works his body, and he feels somebody
And the working boy becomes a dancing queen

Every night the DJ kicks off the beat
And little Cleo's jumping just to get up on her feet
Waits in her platforms for the right song to come
Sipping her cocktail, another night has begun

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh

And he works his body just to be somebody
There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream
And he works his body, and he feels somebody
And the working boy becomes a dancing queen

Every morning the clock kicks off the beat
Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet
Waits in his platforms for the right train to come