Popsicle Joe

We will never be able to hear the joyful music of pervert “Popsicle Joe” cruising the hood without feeling the need to “warn” the neighbors.

Otherwise, people might get “stupid” ideas about life which would make it near impossible for “perverts” to make a living.

In fact, if we don’t allow Joe Biden to pose as benign “Popsicle Joe” van driver making a buck by getting kids to “raid” the loose coin jar in the laundry room to buy a “cherry twin-pop” we never have a chance to hear his beautiful “ballad” songs of “groping, nipple pinching, hair kissing and body aroma smelling”of women and children.

I’m a little bit creepy, old man by your side
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t hand out candy, but boy if I did
I’d drive a van on the street you live

If I was a stalker, but, but then again, no
Or the man who looks in your windows

on nights when you don’t know
They say it’s not much, but it’s just what I do
My gift is my touch, and this one’s for you

And now watches everybody my little wrong
It may be perverted, but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
that I got on your nerves
How creepy my life is, cos I’m just a perv

I sat nearby you and touched just a gloss
Well, a few of observers, well, they don’t get too cross
But the crowd’s been quite kind while I commit wrongs
But it’s people like you that keep me turned on

So excuse me for touching, but these things I do
You see, I’m a frotteur, if they’re teens or it’s you
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
But yours are the sweetest thighs I’ve ever squeezed

And now watches everybody my little wrong
It may be perverted, but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
that I got on your nerves
How creepy my life is, cos I’m just a perv

I hope you don’t mind
that I got on your nerves
How creepy my life is, cos I’m just a perv

Hey Joe
What you doing to that chick with your hand?
Hey Joe
What you doing to that chick with your hand?

I’m going down to touch your old lady
You know, I see you’re busy talking around with some other men
I’m going down to touch your old lady
You know, I see your busy talking around with some other men
And my move’s so cool

Hey Joe
I heard you groped some woman down
You groped her down, now
Hey Joe, I said
I heard you groped some young women down
You groped them down without a sound
Yeah

Yes I did, I groped her
You know, I caught her standing around, standing around

Yes I did, I groped her
You know, I caught your old lady standing around, standing around
And I groped her!

Hey Joe, I said
How you going to run then now?
Where we, where we going to go?

Hey Joe,
How you going to run then now?
Where we, where we going to go?
Well, damn it

Polls going way down south
Way down the terminal way
Polls going way down south
Way down, gonna have to set me free
Hope no one’s going to fine me

There’s no police man going to
He ain’t gonna lay a cuff around me,

you better believe
I’m going to go now
Hey, hey Joe
You better go on down, go now
I got to go now

Down in the East Room where the daughters all go
There’s a dick veep bonehead named Creepy Joe
He’s got a weird aspect like he’s halfway drunk
And when he’s sniffing children’s hair
Man, I’m like “What the funk”

Creepy Joe
Now, look at him go ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Creepy, Creepy Creepy Joe ho-ho
Let her go
Ooh, oh no .. Creepy Joe

He rubbed on a little one’s cheeks one week
At one of those Senator swear in things
He was kissing on her head and he wouldn’t let go
And once the pics were taken
They said, “That’s just Joe”

Perver Joe
Now, look at him stroke, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Perver, Perver, Perver Joe oh-oh
Let her go
Ooh, oh no ..

Perv Creepy Joe went to a Las Vegas rally today
He fondled an older woman in his Uncle Joe way
He stirred up a little bit of shock, I’m told
And when she went to the networks
Joe was owned

Creepy Joe
Now look at him grope, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Creepy, Creepy Creepy Joe oh oh
Let her go
Ooh, oh no .. Creepy Joe
Dumb Joe!!

There’s just a old fashion touching feeling down
Just a little frotteurism that’s going round
A little bit of bending and a little bit of sniffing
A little bit of rubbing and a whole lot of creeping
Just a old fashion touching feeling down

Feeling down, Feeling down
Just a old fashion touching feeling down
It really ain’t hard to understand
Biden’s got some hands, gotta watch where they land
It’s just a old fashion touching feeling down

There’s just a old fashion touching feeling down
Just a little frotteurism that’s going round
A little bit of bending and a little bit of sniffing
A little bit of rubbing and a whole lot of creeping
Just a old fashion touching feeling down

Feeling down, Feeling down
Just a old fashion touching feeling down
It really ain’t hard to understand
Biden’s got some hands, gotta watch where they land
It’s just a old fashion touching feeling down

You don’t have to be beautiful to turn Joe on
He just wanna feel some body, baby, from dusk ’til dawn
You don’t need experience to knock Joe out
You just leave it all up to Joe,
He’s gonna show you what Joe’s all about

You don’t have to be rich to be Joe’s girl
You just have to be cool let Joe rule your world
Ain’t no particular age he’s more compatible with
He just has some extra time for a sniff

You got to not talk dirty, baby, if you wanna impress Joe
You can’t be too flirty, mama, Joe knows how to undress y’a
He’s living in his own fantasy, maybe to Joe it’s all very fine
You just leave it all up to Joe, he’s out for a good time

You don’t have to be a rich to be Joe’s girl
You just have to be cool let Joe rule your world
Ain’t no particular age Joe’s more compatible with
He just has some extra time for a sniff

Yes, oh, I think I wanna dance, uh
Gotta, gotta, oh
Crazy Uncle Joe’s Parade
Gotta, gotta, gotta

Women, even girls, rule Joe’s world, Joe said they rule his world
Act your age, Joey, not your shoe size, maybe we could do the twirl
We don’t have to always watch C-Span to have an attitude
We just leave it all up to Joe, his love smells women as food

You don’t have to be rich to be Joe’s girl
You just have to be cool and let Joe rule your world
Ain’t no particular age Joe’s compatible with!
He just want your extra time and a sniff

Come inside little kids
to get drool on your backs
at the pedophile function
Forget about the stares
he’s gonna sniff your hair
at the pedophile function

Lot’s a curves, he’ll touch
Even more, in a bunch
at the pedophile function
There’s this little guy there
called Joe Robinette
at the pedophile function

He’ll make your teeth grate,
when he grabs your breast
at the pedophile function
Yeah that’s creepy Joe,
we warned you doncha know
at the pedophile function,

Come ride the crazy train
that is flying off the track
at the pedophile function
Forget about fair play,
it is time to attack
at the pedophile function

Lots of clues you bet,
even vids that you get
from pedophile function
there’s a squinty old male,
wants to be our Pres
at the pedophile function

He is drawn to hair,
watch him feel her chest
at the pedophile function
Now catch Uncle Joe,
he’ll be addin’ to his woes
at the pedophile function

Don’t want you to touch me.
Don’t need you to rub me.
I’d love to be left be.
I’m beggin’ you don’t hunch me.
Don’t want you to touch me.
Don’t need you to rub me.
I’d love to be left be

They shine up this old prev guy.
He puts on that prevy look
He says this just day’s work
If he can touch you.

Diddle while, Diddle while,
Diddle while see you cringin’
Ohh Diddle while, Diddle while,

Diddle while see you cringin’
Feelin’ you up all alone
you feel is your skin crawlin”
Ohh Diddle while, Diddle while,
Diddle while see you cringin’

Don’t want you to touch me.
Don’t need you to rub me.
I’d love to be left be.
I’m beggin’ you don’t hunch me.

They shine up this old prev guy.
He puts on that prevy look
He says this just day’s work
If he can touch you.

Diddle while, Diddle while,
Diddle while see you cringin’
Ohh Diddle while, Diddle while,
Diddle while see you cringin’
Feelin’ you up all alone

you feel is your skin crawlin”
Ohh Diddle while, Diddle while,
Diddle while see you cringin’

Don’t want you to touch me.
Don’t need you to rub me.
I’d love to be left be.
I’m beggin’ you don’t hunch me.
Don’t want you to touch me.
Don’t need you to rub me.
Don’t want you to touch me.
Don’t need you to rub me.

I saw him grin one hell of a grin
When he turned the screw
That fractured smile just sealed my hate
For people like you
You’d have to have walked through the pain I felt
To understand the pleasure I feel

I’m not vicious about it
I’m not vicious to you
I’m not vicious about it
I’m not vicious to you

I saw him swim, and tightening in
to circle the prey
those razor teeth just ripped to the bone
and ended your day
you’d have to have swam in infested pools

to understand the treasure I’ve found

I’m not vicious about it
Oh, I’m not vicious to you
I’m not vicious about it
Oh, I’m not vicious to you

I felt his long tubular fangs

sink into my skin
Rearing his head up

he struck me again and again
You’d have to have slept in a serpent’s den
To understand the freedom I’ve found
But I’m not vicious about it

I know you stand in line
until the swearing in time
to be molested by me
and I know that I take a chance,

you’ll cringe at my advance
You won’t be comfy with me
and during this I’ll pull you close
with a friendly shoulder pat or two
and then I go and spoil it all

by doing something creepy touching you
I can see fear in your eyes
that you despise creepy guys
your protestations ignore
and though it’s just a touch to you,

for me it’s new sensations
Like a hundred times before
I go on evening news
to find some clever lines to say
to make intentions obscure
but if I wait they’ll think they’re safe

never noticing I hoover over them
The time is right, I sniff their hair,
my eyes see red and my hands turn blue
and then I go and spoil it all
by doing something creepy and touch you

I touch you
I touch you
I touch you

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