Late For Dinner

Joseph Louie McMar No one ever called him that Except his dear sweet momma She wrote it on his hat Kinfolk called him Joe Louie They never touched his hat They never talked about his teeth They knew better than that His sisters called him Josie When they dressed him like a doll They tied him to an chair with wheels And pushed him down the hall The catholics called him Joseph That kept him for awhile His sweetie called him Big Bad Joe That would make him smile Downtown he was known as Big Joe At the bar he was Louie McMar At the dock he was Big Joe Louie Or B.J. Louie McMar He was earnest when he traveled Proud in every way To McMunny, Athabasca Or the good old USA At Chicoutimi, Quebec Jean Louie could mess with you In the south part of Ontario They only called him Lou When he went back to visit His cousin called him Big Mac His old friends Hughie and Dewey They just called him Jack His sisters called him Jo-jo His brother called him Junior His mother called him Joey His father could never speak Whatever place he happened to be In his mind, he was always a winner Call me anything you want But don’t call me late for dinner by Joe Louis McMar