Hillbillies In The White House
(Sung to the "Beverly Hillbillies" Theme)
** Warning: The following song is not politically correct.
Well dere once was a story 'bout a man named Bill Da poor President couldn't keep his "willie" still But 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, Her mouth wide open and as happy as you please; Bill sez, "Oh yeah, mama, now just don't say a thing," "If you do a real good job then we'll have a little fling."
B.J., that is. Phalli osculation. Stars and Stripes Forever.
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. Air Force One.
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. Tape recorder. Fine clothes.
Well it didn't take too long until we all knew the score, 'bout all da stuff dat went down dere behind da oval door, Now da country's in da toilet and da people cry, "No More!" But if we oust da cheatin' jerk, we gotta live with Gore.
Boob, that is. Tennessee Al. Mister Tipster.
So now ya know da story 'bouta Bill our President, Still wonderin' if dis fling is gonna cost him every cent. So da moral of da story is to do it quietly, And only show your Air Force One within your family.