Joe

To the tune of “War.”

Joe, huh, yeah,
What is he good fo’?
Absolutely nuthin’.
Ahh.

China Joe, huh,
What is he good fo’?
Absolutely nuthin’.

Listen to me.
Joe, he’s senile.
He’s for destruction of innocent lives.
Their organs sold.
Millions of silent unborn cries
As they’re vacuumed out of the womb
And end their short lives.

I said
Joe, huh, yeah
Good God, y’all!
What is he good fo’?
Absolutely nuthin’.

Joe, huh,
What is he good fo’?
Absolutely nuthin’.
Listen to me.

Don’t say he’s nuthin’ but a hair sniffer
He’s brazen and he’s lazy at the same time.
He’s already cut out lots of good jobs,
But ask “Land Mine” Harris,
Everything’s fine.

Joe, huh, yeah,
What is he good fo’?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Absolutely nuthin’.

Joe, huh,
What is he good fo’?
Absolutely nuthin’.
Listen to me.

All right,
Come on.

Never get a straight line.
Testy yarn-spinnin’, plagiarizin’,
Squad-beholdin’
Influence seller.
Where’s Hunter?
Come on,
Come on,
You know he stole it.

Joe, huh, yeah,
What is he good fo’?
You got it. Nuthin’.

Rulin’ like a dictator.
Gotta be a better way.

Joe, huh,
What is he good fo’?
Absolutely nuthin’.
Joe, huh, yeah,
What is he good fo’?
Nuthin’, nuthin’,
Absolutely nuthin’.

David Martin