A topical ballad, eight days a year. The Republicans who were out to impeach Bill Clinton were, to a man, proponents of the War on Drugs. Smarmy Joe Lieberman also showed his untrue colors.
You did a thing and you let it slip, to a friend name of Linda Tripp, and with a friend like that who needs an enemy? Happy Hanukah, Monica Lewinsky.
Potato pancakes, chicken zoup, far away from the wierdo snoop in the warmth of the menorah’s golden glow. With the family out in nine oh two one oh oh oh, girl
Who woulda thought when your raised your dress you be raising so much consciousness —exposing the madmen’s wore on sin. Girl you really made their dreidels spin
You got entrapment schemes from Kenneth Starr, “Don’t count the vote” says Robert Barr, McCollum’s got a plan: let’s poison all the sacred plants (soon as we get through pulling down the president’s pants).
When they needed light to defend the temple, McAbee figured oil of hemp’ll burn with a steady golden blaze. Eight desperate nights in the olden days.
