Joe Biden

To the tune of Earth Angel

Joe Biden, Joe Biden

Without a spine,

And as he ages, he's losing his mind.

He's just a tool, a tool of the PTB.

Joe Biden, Joe Biden,

One to abhor,

A pol forever, can't take anymore.

He's just a tool, a tool of the DNC.

I put up with him on Obama's team,

Holding my nose, I must now confess,

With hope someday he'd go away,

Not come back with the help of our rotten press.

Oh Joe Biden, Joe Biden,

Lacking a spine.

And as he grows older, so, too, with his mind.

He's just a tool, a tool of the PTB.

I put up with him on Obama's team,

Holding my nose, I must now confess,

With hope someday he'd go away,

Not come back with the help of our rotten press.

Oh Joe Biden, Joe Biden,

Lacking a spine.

And as he grows older, so, too, with his mind.

He's such a tool, a tool of the powers that be.

David Martin

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