I apologize if someone has already posted this, but this was too good to ignore.
THE WASHINGTON HILL BILLIES
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> 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 you 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 reallly 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 bitch named Hiliary. |
