Ode To Joyce

Hey Joyce
 Rock and Roll never gave you a voice
 It's never given you so much as a lament
 So I went to the store
 And I bought a guitar
 To bestow this accolade on you
 Just you
 Not Sally, Carrie Anne or Peggy Sue
 I'm going to spend my next half day with a girl called Joyce
 Going to possibly stop at Tebay with a girl called Joyce
 Hey Joyce
 I know you're not as far out as Ronnie Boyce
 And I am aware that you've got a few quirks
 But it hurts when I hear
 All the songs to Maria
 When we haven't really done with J
 Or K
 Much to my dismay
 When the bad gets worse I turn to a girl called Joyce
 Gonna lose myself in the thrall of a girl called Joyce
 Slower ball...
 Paris Fashion week caught me off guard
 I was busy with trellising the yard
 In a spring-less cart
 On a sun-less day
 As the laudanum shortage dawns
 Two fauns
 Lead me through the glade
 Where the gods have dumped Diana for a girl called Joyce
 And displayed on high is a banner in support of Joyce
 And the brook runs crystal clear
 And the brook runs crystal clear
 And the brook runs crystal clear
 And the wind cries Joyce