He was a riverboat gambler   He was the son of the chief of police   He was a riverboat gambler   He was the son of the chief of police      He drove around in a Rambler   And he had a message from the chief   He drove around in a Rambler   He had a messsage from the chief      And old Joe did and said as he would   Took all the shopping carts in the mall   And took 'em to Utah, which was Zion   He built an empire out of the desert   Out of the dust and the sand, just like Las Vegas   But he never took the rap that the mafia did   And he thought the Indians were some lost 13 dudes   But he didn't treat 'em any better   And they were never on his side   They drove their pickup trucks out into the desert   Into a ditch along the side of the road   And acted like they were drunk all the time      And old Joe had 13 beady-eyed babies   One of whom I used to go to school with   He'd drive his car at 110 down the alleyway   Throwing cinderblocks at trash cans   And I declare on this occasiion that I've never seen this heaven, or this place any differently   But now and then I dream of the flying saucers, and they're coming to take us away