Watchin' Joey Glow - Steve Goodman

Down here in the shelter, we’ve got everything we need

Mom put up her peach preserves, Pa’s got a book to read

Sister knits some bandages, and we turn the lights down low

And play some Scrabble, watching Joey glow

At breakfast Mom hands Joe the bread, and he turns it into toast

Last night he hugged a leg of lamb, and soon we had a roast

You should see him heat the coffee up when he stirs it with his toe

We all get hungry, watching Joey glow

You have to wear dark glasses if you stare at him a while

Or he’ll fry your little eyes out with his incandescent smile

At Chistmastime, it sure felt strange, but it was great to see

The way we decorated Joe as if he was our tree

And his star was shining brightly underneath the mistletoe

So we blew him kisses, watching Joey glow

I hope the world’s not over, for my sake and for his

I’d love for everyone to know how brilliant Joey is

We’ve been down here for six months now, and we’re proud to be alive

We owe it to America to sit here and survive

So we listen for the static on the short wave radio

And count the shock waves, watching Joey glow