I’m told that when Joe Biden starts
As Donald Trump’s replacement
He’ll move the Oval Office
Down to the White House basement
 
He’s found that in the last few months
It’s comfortable that way
Where nothing that he says or does
Will see the light of day
 
He’ll issue his positions,
The big guy’s now the star,
As soon as it’s explained to him
Exactly what they are
 
But most folks have an inkling
Of what Old Joe will do
For, after all, C’mon,
Does he look Socialist to you?
 
That’s how it’s gonna happen
You’ve heard the “sures” and “certains”
And just like Al and Hillary
Joe’s measuring the curtains.
 
Some votes may have counted twice
And some votes may be missed
And we’ve had lots of winners
Whose coattails don’t exist
 
So what if statisticians say
Their models must be broken
So what if there’s still counting
The media has spoken
 
Nothing’s gonna happen
That will startle or astonish
Who could have predicted
Something Roshomonish?
 
I hold on to a little hope
Because that’s all I’ve got
I see things as the ought to be
And simply say, “Why Not?”