There was a guy named Joey B
The president, he thought he’d be
He watched old movies with Reagan
And Harrison Ford on tv
So why not little Joey B

And so he hid
Down in the basement, called a lid
Arriv-ed here in the city
Jill dragging his ass to D.C.
So in a fog, came Joey B

He wandered ‘round
And sometimes he fell down
At other times up a flight of stairs
He was Bizarre, who could have known just how bizarre
And in his mind, he lived a fantasy
 
In twenty sixteen took a pass
For Hillary, she lost her ass
Barack said chances are strong
Liberals all played along for you see
They now loved little Joey B

He’s got old age
Senility, third stage
He’s been around since God was born
By happenstance, he knew this was his chance to score
At once a great big lying clown was sworn

And when the press began to play
Their stupid games, said, he’s okay
They up and lied to the nation
About the inflation we see
They’re in the bag for Joey B

(Musical interlude)

And what the people heard him say
Told them that he was not okay
Became the joke of the nation
A one-term duration, had he
So much for little Joey B

(Hey, Joe, look over there STAB!)
Sorry about that chief