'Twas the night before crisis,And behind White House doors,Not a creature was stirring,Especially Al Gore. The interns were nestled,Dressed in their berets,In hopes that Saint BubbaWould come out to play. When on the East Lawn,There arose such a clatter,Even Sam DonaldsonLost control of his bladder. Away to our TVsWe flew like a flash,There's a special report,And it's pre-empting M*A*S*H! And what to our wonderingEyes should appear,But a homely lil' troll,With tapes for us to hear. With a K-Mart bought blazer,And a bad frizzy 'do,And a tale to be told-To me, and to you. On the chair! On the carpet!On the Oval Office desk!With a chubby young intern,Who was all eyes and chest. The Pres had been careless,Indeed, dumb and dumber.Now the whole world knewBubba Had gotten a hummer. And Monica LewinskyEmerged from the rubble,If she'd just kept her mouth shut,We'd not have all this trouble. And thus set in motion,A whole web o' spiders,With pundits galore,And "White House insiders. You ask, "Who would careAbout Bill and his penis?"Republican Ken Starr,And he's armed with subpoenas! More rapid than eagles,Process servers, they flew!"Here's one for you!And for you! And you, too!" "Now Jordan! Now Cockell!Is there anyone else?!?Let's subpoena the lawyers!And Bubba himself!!" "We want you to tell usAbout Bill's private life,And anyone he sleeps with,'cept, of course, his wife." And many months later,After long we've all suffered,Let's examine more closelyJust what Starr's uncovered. We've learned "Little Bill"Has a mind of his own,And - horror of horrors -He likes to get blown! A funny fact surfaced,After 40 million bucks:Seems most people don't careJust who Clinton, er, makes love to. The economy's great,And shows no signs of slowing.Hell, we hope Ms. LewinskyNEVER stops blowing! Now the public's grown weary.Will this sleaze never end?We just want to get backTo "E.R.", and to "Friends." Now Monica, Linda-And Ken Starr, you suck -Get the hell off my TV,Your 15 minutes are up.
