Overdose of Joy

Yeah, yeah

Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?

Yeah, yeah

They found me in a room

All stretched out in the middle of the floor

I heard voices say that whatever he had

Oh, the poor boy couldn't take no more

They said robbery was not the motive

There is money in his pockets, can't you see?

On his arm he wears a watch, on his hand he wears a ring

And around his neck he wears a costly piece of jewellery

When I came to the guy was standing over me

He said, "It don't look like pain, pain or misery"

But his blood is boiling over, temperature a hundred and three

Then I heard him say he wished he was me

He, this man is suffering from an overdose of joy

Oh, what a lucky fellow

He, this man is suffering from an overdose of joy

Oh, what a lucky fellow

Oh, don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?

Oh, don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?

I sensed the presence of a lady

And sure enough, it was my baby

I could feel her as she walked through the door

Tell me, are you here to give me more?

She said, "They wanna keep you for tests"

And maybe you really need some rest

Ah, but, baby, let me tell you the story

About you, you and your glory

Yeah, yeah

Ah, this man was suffering from an overdose of joy

Lucky fellow

Ah, this man was suffering from an overdose of joy

Oh, what a lucky fellow

Ah, this man was suffering from an overdose of joy

And he's a lucky fellow

Ah, this man was suffering from an overdose of joy

Lucky fellow

Ah, this man was suffering from an overdose of joy

Lucky fellow