Joe says one thing but means another
He's the master of the double entendre
They pop up everywhere, and I
Can't stop them coming, though I try
If you're in his hands
You're sure to find
Everything is innuendo
To his filthy mind
He's a smutty seaside postcard joke
He's a jack the lad, a stand up bloke
Ask him for innuendo and he'll give you one
Joe's on the game with each suggestive pun
With smut like that
We'll all go blind
'Cos everything is innuendo
To his filthy mind
© Steve Wheeler 2020
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