We Don't Talk About Sleepy Joe

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!