Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa-dee doo
I’ve got a perfect puzzle for you
Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa-da dee
If you are wise, you will listen to me
Who do you blame when your man is a creep?
Touching and leering at the kids in his keep.
Saving the boys is the only real task
All you had to do . . was . . . ask
The molester and his protector!
Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa-dee don,
If you were decent, he would have been gone
You would lived in happiness, too
Not in Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa, Joe-Pa doo doo!