Joyce from Joyce by Rose Benson

There's a lady at work,
Her name is Joyce the bookkeeper,
A lovely woman if you,
Were ever to meet her.

She likes an M&S cardy,
Low-fat yoghurt and gossip that's popular,
But Joyce has dreams as she stands by,
The photocopier,
You see...

Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
She sings in church choir,
Doesn't like the music,
She sees herself with a beehive and sixties dress,
Singing Jimmy Mack to the adoring press.

Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
She sings in church choir doesn't like the music,
She sees herself with a sparkle that no one can boo,
Twisting her knees in her orthopaedic shoes.
Her orthopaedic shoes.

She has a few regrets,
That she wishes would leave her,
She nearly ran off to London,
But married Paul the cub scout leader,
And as she laminates a leaflet,
Sees her children all left home,
Something churns inside her now she's left,
With Paul all alone,
You see...

Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
She sings in church choir,
Doesn't like the music,
She sees herself with a beehive and sixties dress,
Singing Jimmy Mack to the adoring press.

Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
She sings in church choir doesn't like the music,
She sees herself with a sparkle that no one can boo,
Twisting her knees in her orthopaedic shoes.
Her orthopaedic shoes.

You see...
Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
She sings in church choir,
Doesn't like the music,
She sees herself with a beehive and sixties dress,
Singing Jimmy Mack to the adoring press.

Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
Is it the menopause or is her husband stupid,
She goes to the local run theatre group,
Next thing you know she's background singer number two.

Joyce has a voice and she wants to use it,
She sings in church choir doesn't like the music,
She sees herself with a sparkle that no one can boo,
Twisting her knees in her orthopaedic shoes.
Her orthopaedic shoes.

• Acoustic
• acoustic
• indie
• singersongwriter
• stories
• storytelling
• Dumfries