Per Kinda Sorta Bob B-like Bot:

Want some Ukraine in your NATO?
China in your sea?
What’s all these crazy questions you’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest conference that could ever be
Get me outta here ’cause I think I wanna pee

My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
“That ain’t no way to start your run, no” (uh-uh!)

Open up that window, let me get outta this here room
I think it’s almost Wapner time, I just know I gotta zoom
And that staircase I see comin’ ’bout scares me half to death
Get me to the lid now, sucker, let me catch my breath

My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
“That ain’t no way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son” they said

The commentators blastin’, someone’s knockin’ at the door
It’s only my son Hunter, he’s snortin’ off the floor
I seen so many things I ain’t never seen before
I don’t know what it is, I don’t wanna see no more

My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
They said, “That ain’t no way to look smart, son”
“That ain’t the way to look sharp, no”

Jill she told me, Jill she told me
Jill she told me, told me, told me
Jill told me, told me, ooh, yeah, yeah
Jill told me I must run
Jill she told me, Jill she told me
Ain’t that the truth
“I need four years to have fun, Joe”
“I need four years to have fun…”