We don't talk about Sleepy Joe no, no!
We don't talk about Joe No
But
It was my election day
It was our election day
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky-
Brandon walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!!
You telling this story or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Brandon says "It looks like rain"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Trumpela, get the umbrellas
Elected in a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about Sleepy Joe
No No
We don't talk about Joe No!
Grew to live in fear of Joe stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand
Zz-zz-zz
It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Melania and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams
We don't talk about Sleepy Joe no, no!
We don't talk about Joe No!
He told me that my fish would die!
The next day: dead! (No, No)
He told me I'd grow a gut
And just like he said... (No, No!)
He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head
No, no!
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
He told me that the life of my dreams would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him now
Hey man
I want not a sound out of you
I can hear him now
Oh, Biden
About that Biden
I really need to know about Biden
Gimmie the truth and the whole truth about Joe
(Trumpela, your boyfriend's here)
Time for dinner!
A seven-foot frame
(It was my election day, It was our election day)
Rats along his back
(We were getting ready)
When he calls your name
(And there wasn't a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black
(No clouds allowed in the sky)
Yeah, he sees your dreams
(Brandon walks in with a mischievous grin-)
And feasts on your screams
(Thunder!)
You telling this story or am I?
I'm sorry mi vida, go on
(Oh, Joe Bidanos on his way)
Brandon says "It looks like rain"
(A seven-foot frame, rats along his back)
In doing so he floods my brain
Elected in a hurricane
Time for dinner!
Don't talk about Joe, no!
(Why did I talk about Joe No?
Not a word about Joe No
I never should've brought up Joe No!