Our Boy Bill

At first, Bill was way too cool to be true Like JFK but like Elvis, too Wearin' those shades playin' saxophone With secrets to hide, sins to atone for Jogging as if caught in some kind of a chase Reddening an already red face But things were fine and dandy here With cell phone stuck in each and every ear Markets boomed and we gave thanks Drivin' in sports utility tanks, yeah Man, we got our own Desert Fox right here at home The ladies man thinks that he's Don Juan But in the end he's just s john We know our Bill liked to run around With that runny red nose, such a silly sad clown Teasin' the pain in Bill's back ain't too wise But they just love watchin' our Bill apologize He holds us in those large white hands The poles all show we're still Bill's fans He's our boy Bill, he makes us glad Because we like a boy that's bad, man He's a naughty boy Bill's got the character that you can't besmirch He looks just great walkin' out of the church With his wife and his daughter, the family drags My God - Chelsea's her father's legs Bill's still sportin' that wedding band And Hill's still standin' right by her man Out Tammying Tammy Wynette When will that woman ever get upset? That black beret, the stained blue dress What a tramp - what a mess, man Millions and millions and millions of sperm cells Man cheats girls - everybody fibs Who casts the first stone - I got dibs! For Christmas this year what did she get the guy? A cigar-tip clipper and a small bow tie Go Ken Starr, so squeaky clean But our bad boy Bill's impeachy-keen So this year we hear-by do resolve We're gonna let the world spin, let it revolve Sadam's still star of CNN Let's resign ourselves and censure all men Yeah, man, we just gotta get Bill his very own no fly zone