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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
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