Well, Mousy Joe got the master plan.
He got a hat full of sugar; folks said, "You a lucky man."
One night he just disappeared
and all we found was his hat in a clearing
down by the Seven Eleven.
Folks cried, someone had died.
But I know Joe didn't go to heaven, no.

He went looking for trouble,
it was in his eyes.
She was a dime a dozen
and they were two of a kind.

Cherry Blue and Mighty Mouse
kinda quiet dude and sure was 'sposed to be back at the house
with the kids and the dog.
"And tonight we're rocketeers", said Mouse.
"And I know a little joint upstairs in the back
where we can sweat it all out and laugh."
And without a doubt they were out

looking for trouble,
the real kind.
She was a dime a dozen
and they were two of a kind.

How many times have you said to yourself,
"Hey, I feel like a yo-yo, I've been here too long."
I bet if you asked them our heroes would say,
"Hey, we're already gone."
I know, somehow I know.

How many times have you said to yourself,
"Hey, I feel like a yo-yo, I've been here too long."
I bet if you asked them our heroes would say,
"Hey, we're already gone."
I know.

And off they drove,
late night still life,
paper moon shinin' brilliantly.
I'm sure he thinks that's cool
'cause any moon or mouse says he's a friend of hers
and this one will do just fine.
So what do you say we go lookin'?