Story Behind the Song
LehtMoJoe and associates ask Dallas area natives about LehtMoJoe, from gas stations, grocery stores, to restuarants.
Lyrics
Let the Moe Jo
Now seating LehtMoJoe party of twenty, that’s LehtMoJoe party of twenty.
(LehtMoJoe and associates getting seated)
Leht Mo Joe
(Grocery store clerk, uncertain of the product’s name)
What the crap is a LehtMoJoe?
(Fast food drive-in that doesn’t have the new LehtMoJoe)
Look like lit mon
(Superstore stocker reading Leht’s name on paper)
LehtMoJoe, hahaha
(Taco place that finds this funny)
Let the let the moe jo
(Man in gas station, with stained undershirt, trying to pronounce LehtMoJoe Street)
I thought you just said it was LehtMoJoe
(Angry CD saleswoman that can’t find Leht’s first album)
This is this is this is like some, this is like some uhh, this is this is this is like some, this is like some uhh, this is like some medical s@#$ man you know on the south side.
(Superstore stocker trying to explain where LehtMoJoe Street is)
Frank, (what) come here man you know about this s@#$ here.
(He now calls out to co-worker halfway across the store)
Look like lit mon, come here man, hey man you better help the customer or they’re gonna fire yo’ mamma’s a@#.
(Co-worker hesitates, frustration sets in stocker)
Let’s moe jo, let’s moe jo
(MystiCa)
Hey, to party
(Superstore stocker jabbers something about a supposed party at LehtMoJoe Street)
Yeah whole life, whole everything, not just the body.
(Snow, the hairstylist, talking about the effects of a baby, while corn rolling Leht’s hair)
{Phrases repeat}
Can I get a price check for LehtMoJoe?
(Grocery store clerk, uncertain of the product’s price)
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