I know a swangin' place on a way out street
Where the chicks all gather around and the cats all meet
But you can't get in, Lord, unless you know a man
A man they call Big Joe Moe
They got the red-dyed funny
They got the shaved-down low
Yeah, they got a drummer with a beat
He'll knock you off your feet, that's up you go
But you can't get in, unless you know a man
A man they call Big Joe Moe
Big Joe Moe, Big Joe Moe
Big Joe Moe
Open up that door
Open up that door
Come on and let me in
So I can see my friend
Inside I know
Inside I know
But you can't get in, unless you know a man
A man they call Big Joe Moe
I waited on the corner
Until a quarter past ten
Yeah, I see him knock on the door
And that's for Big Joe Moe
He walked right on in
Well, looking at him ain't much wrong with me
I think I'm gonna try to get
Big Joe Moe, Big Joe Moe
And Big Joe Moe
Got to open up that door
Open up that door
Yeah, to just let me in
Come on and talk me in
To see my friend
Inside I know
Inside I know
Joe said, Now go get in
Don't come back, cause you ain't got a dime
Stop wasting my time, you know I would
Man, if I only could, my man
So I went around the back, your baby threw a crack
Just to see what was really going on
I climbed up on the stump, but I jumped the chunk
Said, man, don't you know you're wrong
Don't you know you're wrong
I think you better go on home
I picked your bone
Picked your bone
I opened up that door
Opened up that door
You oughta just lock me in
So I could see my friend
I spit up all of my dough