When all of this is said and done
The one I'll most miss, is Old Corn Pop
Oh, the stories he could tell
Like pennies from the wishing well

What constantly seems to be eating at me
Are the life and times of Uncle Bozzi
I hate to be the one picking at bones
But what in the world is going on

And all the daze he said he was raised
By every community, clan, religion, and race
There has never once been a President
That has done as much as him

The fact that he once drove a truck
An 18-Wheeler with a manly clutch
The things he'd say don't match the dates
From hospital stays to the riding of trains

From the shaking of hands with people not there
To losing his way on a stage everywhere
With the stumbling of World Leader's names
Things around here just won't be the same

There is no denying that Good Old Joe Biden
Was clearly confused or down outright lying
One thing that I know as this world implodes
I'll miss the tall tales from Ole Scranton Joe