Whatever became of Hubert?
Has anyone heard a thing?
Once he shone on his own
Now he sits home alone
And waits for the phone to ring

Once a fiery liberal spirit
Ah, but now when he speaks, he must clear it
Second fiddle's a hard part, I know
When they don't even give you a bow

"We must protest this treatment, Hubert!"
Says each newspaper reader
As someone once remarked to Schubert
"Take us to your Lieder . . ."
(Sorry about that!)

Whatever became of you, Hubert?
We miss you, so tell us, please:
Are you sad? Are you cross?
Are you gathering moss
While you wait for the boss to sneeze?

Does Lyndon, recalling when he was VP
Say: "I'll do unto you like they did unto me!" ?
Do you dream about staging a coup?
Hubert what happened to you?