Poor Joe, you better just go
At least you'll get some peace of mi-ind
Remember the fact, that people ain't Black
If they don't vote for you four times

Two thousand and twenty four
A year I don't remember too well
With my worsening dementia
Not a single thing rings a bell
Now I don't know what's right or wrong
But they hung Christ on nails
Myriads of corpses lay still at my feet
Because of my support for Israel

We sing

Poor Joe, you better just go
At least you'll get some peace of mi-ind
Remember the fact, that people ain't Black
If they don't vote for you four times

(still continues)