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1. Hey ! Joe, where d'ya
find that purdy girly,
and where'd ya get that jolly dolly,
A
how'd ya
rate that dish I wish was mine ?
A A7
Hey !
Joe, she's got skin that's creamy dreamy,
A A7
eyes that look so lovey dovey,
A A7 D
lips as red
as cherry berry wine.
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- - - G D G
Now listen, Joe, I ain’t no heel,
D G D G
but, old buddy, let me tell
you how I feel.
D G
She's a honey,
she's a sugar pie,
A A7
I'm warning you I'm gonna try to steal her from you.
D
Hey !
Joe, though we've been the best of friends,
G
this is where that friendship
ends,
A D
I gotta
have that dolly for my own.
G - D D7 - G
Hey !
Joe. Hey !
Joe.
D
2. Hey ! Joe, come on let’s be buddy buddies,
show me you're my palsy walsy,
A
introduce that pretty little
chick to me !
A A7
Hey !
Joe, quit that waiting, hesitating,
A A7
let me at her, what’s the
matter,
A A7 D
you're as slow as any joe can be.
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- - - G D G
Now come on Joe, let’s make a
deal,
D G D G
let me dance with her to see
if she is real.
D G
She's the cutest girl I've
ever seen,
A A7
I tell you face to face I mean
to steal her from you.
D
Hey ! Joe, we'll be
friends until the end,
G
but this looks like the end my
friend,
A
F# - B7
I gotta
have that dolly for my own.
Em A D
I gotta
have that dolly for my own.
(orig. = capo 1st) (Frankie Laine)