Happiness Is A Thing Called Joe

It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh When they see little Joe passin' by Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the cupboard's bare But when he kisses me, it's Christmas everywhere Troubles fly away and life is easy go Does he love me good? That's all I need to know Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe Does he love me good? That's all I need to know Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe Little Joe, hmm hmm, little Joe, my Joe