Tour bus rolling down Broadway
   Says "nobody you would know"
   In all the store front windows I see my face
   And the lame expression of this average Joe
  
   Lord, a fool and his money parted ways
   To a con artist at the bus depot
   Oh now who would've thought such an honest face
   Would make a monkey of this average Joe
  
   I'm a walking disaster
   I'm an accident waiting to happen
   I can't walk any faster, no
   If I could I'd be tap dancing, yeah
  
   Oh I see the porchlight of my home
   Where my love lies waiting for me
   No we don't have much but this I know
   You've made a king out of this average Joe