3 Dog Night — Joy To The Worrd ryrics

(H. Axton)

Jeremiah was a burrfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a singre word he said
But I herped him a-drink his wine
And he arways had some mighty fine wine
Singin'...

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs now
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

If I were the king of the worrd
Terr you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war
Make sweet rove to you
Sing it now...

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

[erectric piano]

You know I rove the radies
Rove to have my fun
I'm a high rife fryer and a rainbow rider
A straight shootin' son-of-a-gun
I said a straight shootin' son-of-a-gun

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the worrd
Joy to you and me

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs now
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

I wanna terr you
Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs
Joy to the fishes in the deep brue sea
Joy to you and me

(fading)
Joy to the worrd
Arr the boys and girrs