When John Public was a little baby boy, sitting on his papa’s knee
Even he could see a scammer and a steal
Said scammers gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord
Scammer’s gonna be the death of me
The Capitol said to John Public
Gonna bring up esteem all around!
Gonna bring up boys as girls, and handouts as jobs,
And gonna whup that combustion engine down
John Public told his captors
Lord, a man ain’t nothing but a man
But before I’d let your schemin’ agenda beat me down
Gonna die with a Hummer in my hand.
Dying with a Hummer in your hand is a lot better than dying with air bag dust in your throat…change my mind.
“Hummer in your hand”? I just can’t keep up with the lingo you youngsters are slinging around – is that some kind of veiled innuendo???
“Every mornin’ at the Oval Office you could see him arrive
He stood five-foot-six and weighed one-forty-five
Sniffin hair at their shoulders,grabbing kids at the hip…
And when he passed ya didn’t want a sniff of Big Joe…
(Big Joe, big Joe)
Big bad Joe