To the town of /dbg/ rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
The stranger there among them had a steel ball on his hip
Steel ball on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the thread
He came riding from the /a/ side, slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the Steel Ball on his hip
Steel Ball on his hip

In this thread there lived an outlaw by the name of Gojokek
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on record numbered one an nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Joestar Stand User wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter, he was after Gojokek
After Gojokek

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Gojokek
But the wizard didn't worry, men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the Joestar with the Steel Ball on his hip
Steel Ball on his hip

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the thread
Folks were watching from their windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome Joestar was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Joestar is still talked about today
Gojokek had not cleared leather, for a bullet fairly ripped
And the joestar' aim was deadly with the Steel Ball on his hip
Steel Ball on his hip