"THE BALLAD OF THE WASHINGTON HILL-BILLY'S"

Come and listen to my story
'Bout a man named Slick,
Might have been a good guy,
But his head was kind of thick.
Yeah he was a coward
Really kind of daft
So he ran off to England
Just to dodge the Draft
Read the Constitution,
But the words were too big.
'specially Article 1, Section 8

So a friend said Slick,
You really are a jerk,
Get into politics,
Put your BS to work.
So he decided to take the risk,
'n went back to Arkansas,
Put Flowers on his desk,
'n spent everything he saw.
Stopped burnin' flags.
Burned taxpayers instead.
Better'n draft cards.

Democrats couldn't find someone,
To take on Georgie Bush,
All too far to the left,
Or grabbing someone's tush.
So he gathered up his faggots,
Put on his plastic smile,
Waffled like an IHOP,
'n lied through his teeth in style.
Told 'em what they wanted to hear.
Could always renege on it later.
Damn, but he's good at that!


So Slick went off campaigning
On radio and TV shows,
With Hillary complainin'
Remove your finger from your nose"
His friend picked up the tuner
Spun the dials all around
Slick stood there in amazement
Marvelin' at the sound.
Ron Brown's spinmeisters at work.
Suckers were buyin' it.
He just said "Duh".

Now Slick is always happy,
Though his mind is on the blink,
'Cuz Hillary's always with him,
And tells him what to think.
He sends troops off to combat,
With a big ole goofy grin
Dragon Lady nodding in agreement,
As the drool runs down his chin.
Bloody pools of it.
Forgot all about Viet-Nam.
Now he's the Coward-in-Chief.