Hey, Joe, who you hoin’ for with gums on those glands?
Hey, Joe, I said, who you hoin’ for with gums on those glands?

“I’m gonna shoot down that healthcare reform
Because I am the gross health insurance industry’s man,
I’m gonna shoot down that healthcare reform
Because I’m the loathsome health insurance industry’s man.
I am their tool!”

Hey, Joe, I hear you’re an industry clown,
Just their clown now.
I’ve heard that for them on your knees you get down,
You get right down on the ground.

Yeah, they bought you
In that wretched stench-hole that’s D.C. town,
Yeah, they bought you.
And now you’re fressin’ up there where it is round and brown,
And you gave ’em your tongue. . .
THEY BOUGHT YOU!

Hey, Joe, all blight,
Shoot it up that cavity.

Hey, Joe, clown,
Who you gonna tongue right now?
Where will that tongue go to?
Hey, Joe, who you gonna give a tongue job now?
Where’s it, where’s it gonna go
To dig in?

“It’s going way down south,
Way down paid-to-ho’ way.
Alright!
It’s going way down south,
Way down because they pay me;
I’m gonna let ’em slime me.

“Where there’s hangin’ gonads
Just waitin’ there for a ho’ like me.
You better believe it right now!
I gotta blow now.”

Hey, Joe, better hum on down. . .
Wood bite for the money.
Hey, Joe, yeah,
Gum on down!