Washington Hillbillies Song
> > Well dere once was a
story 'bout a
man named Bill;
> > Da poor president couldn't keep his
willie still;
> > Den one day he was workin' at his
desk,
> > When in walks Monica and shows da
boy her chest...
> >
> > Boobs, that is. Two of 'em.
Bodacious ta ta's.
> >
> > Well da next thing ya know, Monica
is on her knees,
> > Mouth open wide and as happy as you
please;
> > Bill sez, "oh yeah now-don't say a
thing,"
> > "If you do a good job then we'll
have a little fling."
> >
> > Blow job, that is. Phalli
osculation.
> >
> > Well, Bill lost his load and it
fell upon her dress,
> > He said, "Clean it up, 'cuz you
really are a mess,
> > And you're invited here to dis fine
locality,
> > To have a heapin' helpin' of little
Willie C."
> >
> > Da wiener, that is. Da presidential
staff.
> >
> > So week after week, Monica is on
her knees
> > Keepin' Willie and his Wiener just
as happy as you please,
> > But then she figured out dat the
fling had gone too far,
> > And she blabbed it all to Linda
Tripp who blabbed it all to
> > Starr.
> >
> > Bad girl, that is. Cigars.
Bodacious ta ta's.
> >
> > Well it weren't too long till we
all knew the score,
> > 'bout da stuff dat went down behind
da oval office door;
> > Da country's in da toilet and da
people cry, "No More"
> > But if we oust da cheatin' jerk,
den we gotta live with Gore.
> >
> > Boob, that is. Great big one. Head
stuck up his rear.
> >
> > So now ya know da story 'bout Bill
our president,
> > Wonderin' if dis fling's gonna cost
him every cent;
> > So da moral of da story is to do it
quietly,
> > And stay outta trouble with dat
b*tch named Hillary.
> >