Too Late for Biden

      To the tune of “It’s Too Late”

 

Watchin’ ol’ Joe on the TV just to pass the time,

There’s something badly wrong; there can be no denyin’.

The tank needle points to empty; it’s time that he stopped tryin’.

 

But it’s too late baby now, it’s too late,

Though he’s really still tryin’ to make it.

Something inside has died, and he can’t hide it,

And he just can’t make it.

Oh no, no, no (no, no, no)

 

To be sure there’s lots of harm that he could still do,

Even January 6 demonstrators his DOJ could still screw,

Or foreigners to subsidize before the bills come due.

 

But it’s too late baby now, it’s too late,

Though he’s really still tryin’ to make it.

Something inside has died, and he can’t hide it,

And he just can’t make it.

Oh no, no, no.

 

Presidents, like seasons, they always come and go.

What the future holds is not for us to know,

But if things get better, it won’t be with ol’ Joe.

 

‘Cause it’s too late baby now, it’s too late,

Though he’s really still tryin’ to make it.

Something inside has died, and he can’t hide it,

And he just can’t make it.

Whoa, no, no-no-no-no

 

Too late

People, it’s too late,

Yes, people, it’s too late.

 

David Martin

 

 

 

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