LUCY IN THE SKY MEETS WILLIE IN THE FLESH
Picture yourself on a couch with Slick Willie,
His zipper is down, his libido is high,
The President tells you to pay heed to something,
That grows slightly cocked toward the sky,
Cellophane wrappers of yellow and green,
Guess you won't need those today,
Just use your head if you know what I mean,
And its gone!
Bill, what a guy! shooting diamonds
Follow his lead with your sworn affidavit,
Say nothing went down that was tawdry or lewd,
Tell your friend Linda who's taping your phone calls,
You lied and you'll surely get screwed
Scores of reporters appear at your door,
Old lovers say you're a sleeze,
Sooner or later you'll testify dear,
On your knees.
Bill, what a guy! shooting diamonds
Picture yourself on the cover of Newsweek,
Your name up in lights in New York in Time Square,
You're famous but find that it's not what you'd hoped for,
The knee pad girl of this affair
copyright 1998 wayne aaronson |
