With his trademark quaff
And a killer riff
He opened the eyes of the blind
In the spliff bunker
No one punker
A hero for all mankind
I just couldn't believe it when Joe died
Just couldn't believe
My resolve got a little weaker
Berlin never seemed more bleaker
A call from home bought the bad news
A good man has gone
Electric leg
Didn't need to beg
He's got you in the palm of his hand
Black marker ink
On the all night drinkers
Watch 'em all crash land
And his ashes fly ...on the San Jose wind
His wilderness years
Still showed he cared
He made it look effortless
10 Years away
Watching "match of the day"
But just think what he left us