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The Washington Hillbillies (Sung To The Tune Of The Beverly Hillbillies)

Well dere once was a story 'bout a man named Bill,
Da poor President couldn't keep his willy still,
Den one day he was workin' at his desk,
When in walks Monica and shows da boy her chest...
Boobs, dat is. Two of 'em. Bodacious ta tas.

Well da next thing ya know, Monica is on her knees,
Mouth wide open and as happy as you please,
Bill sez, "Oh yeah now, don't you say a thing,
If you do a good job, den we'll have a little fling."
Blow job, dat 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 Willy C."
Da wiener, dat is. Da Presidential staff.

So week after week, Monica is on her knees,
Keepin' Willy and his wiener just as happy as you please,
But den she figured out dat da fling had gone too far,
And she blabbed it all to Linda Tripp who blabbed it all to Starr.
Bad girl, dat is. Cigars. Bodacious ta tas.

Well it weren't too long till we all knew da 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, dat 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 Hillary.

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