There is a louse that you have seen
He's not a rising son
And he's into brewing up many more joys
And God, you know he's numb

Now Hunter, was a sailor
Coked up - he's released
He never was a stand-up man
Bound by papa's genes

Now the homely things that Hunter see's
Are the fruitcakes and the drunks
And he's snortin' lines till he's bleary-eyed
And then he's all pumped

Now Hunter made his millions
And he took from everyone
Spends his life in sin and mystery
And this louse is Joe Biden's son

Well, he's got one foot in the psych ward
And nothing in his brain
He's coming back with new routines
To chair that Hall of Shame

Well, there is a louse that you have seen
He's not a rising son
And he's into brewing up many more joys
And God, you know he's numb