(Intro guitar riff) HEY JOE Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that son on your hands? Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that son on your hands? I’m goin’ down to Washington, gonna make some big demands. Hey Joe, where’d you get that speech you just read? Hey Joe, where’d you get that speech inside your head? Well, I borrowed it from Kinnock, but I forgot what he said. Hey Joe! Where’d your memory go? You were born in Scranton, or so we’ve been told. Then somebody checked the record and the story wasn’t gold. Hey Joe, why’d you change your tune on race? Hey Joe, why’d you change your tune on race? Yesterday you drew the battle lines, today you’re changing place. And Hunter’s got a laptop, Hunter’s got some art, Hunter’s got some business deals that raised a few eyebrows at the start. There’s a Ukrainian mystery with money in the dark. Hey Joe! Where’d all the answers go? “Big Guy” in the emails— but nobody knows! There’s a laptop on the table and a family circus show. Hey Joe, where you goin’ when the questions start to land? Hey Joe, where you goin’ when the questions start to land? I’m goin’ downtown, gonna wave my presidential hand. And where’s that son of yours? He’s painting pictures now. Abstract little masterpieces— somebody’s paying somehow. The critics call it “art,” the lawyers won’t say how. Hey Joe! Can you tell us what you know? “Absolutely nothing!” Then the answer’s “No.” But the White House keeps on smiling while the questions overflow. Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that son on your hands? Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that son on your hands? I’m goin’ downtown to meet with the Big Guy… Yeah, I’m goin’ downtown to meet with the Big Guy… And if anybody asks me— “I don’t know the guy.” (Outro: crahing drum solo over crazy bass and wah-wah guitar to fade...)
