I know a swangin' place on a way out streetWhere the chicks all gather around and the cats all meetBut you can't get in, Lord, unless you know a manA man they call Big Joe MoeThey got the red-dyed funnyThey got the shaved-down lowYeah, they got a drummer with a beatHe'll knock you off your feet, that's up you goBut you can't get in, unless you know a manA man they call Big Joe MoeBig Joe Moe, Big Joe MoeBig Joe MoeOpen up that doorOpen up that doorCome on and let me inSo I can see my friendInside I knowInside I knowBut you can't get in, unless you know a manA man they call Big Joe MoeI waited on the cornerUntil a quarter past tenYeah, I see him knock on the doorAnd that's for Big Joe MoeHe walked right on inWell, looking at him ain't much wrong with meI think I'm gonna try to getBig Joe Moe, Big Joe MoeAnd Big Joe MoeGot to open up that doorOpen up that doorYeah, to just let me inCome on and talk me inTo see my friendInside I knowInside I knowJoe said, Now go get inDon't come back, cause you ain't got a dimeStop wasting my time, you know I wouldMan, if I only could, my manSo I went around the back, your baby threw a crackJust to see what was really going onI climbed up on the stump, but I jumped the chunkSaid, man, don't you know you're wrongDon't you know you're wrongI think you better go on homeI picked your bonePicked your boneI opened up that doorOpened up that doorYou oughta just lock me inSo I could see my friendI spit up all of my dough