Happy Birthday Joanna

My Sister Joanna

I've a birthday sister. Her name is Joanna.

She's loved by all, like Lady Diana.

She enters the kitchen. It's just like Nirvana.

My sibling. My sister. Her name is Joanna.

You could go on a trip and search in Havana.

Neither here, nor there, nor the capital of Ghana.

You'll never find better down south in Atlanta,

Louisiana, Indiana, Texarkana, or Montana.

Her nieces and nephews and Jo Jo and Anna,

And her grandkids all love her. Just ask Savannah.

She makes us all jealous. She's the best Viviana.

Ask Barrack Obama, our tip-top banana.

She cooks as good as any Italiana.

She'd cook a better burrito than an illegal Mexiacana.

Her artichoke leaves are like heaven's sweet manna,

Even nuked and re-warmed in a run down Amana.

Barry Manilow's there, in the Copacabana,

With Ricky Ricardo and Carlos Santana.

And Elton John who's playing piana.

They sing Happy Birthday for sister Joanna.