Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Clintons Are Born To Run

Well Ron Nasty is pleased with himself since this got posted here. The gauntlet has been thrown down!

In the day we'd sweat it out in the swamps of a runaway land development deal
At night we'd ride to the governor's mansion with state troopers at the wheel
Sprung from the airport in Mena Arkansas
Cold hearted and perjured, stepping out over the law
Baby DC rips the bones from your back
It's a suicide rap on the Potomac
By now this campaign should be done
Because Bill and Hill, baby they were born to run

Obama let me win I want to be your friend
And maybe you'd be my VP
And if you do, I promise you
Bill will stop acting creepy
I'm in it to win it, I run every minute, looking for the right spin
I'll keep fighting down to the wire
Being the first female president's my obsessive desire
I want to win it while I'm young
Because Bill and me, baby we were born to run.........

3 comments:

Frederick said...

Woa, woa, woa, woooooa.

Comandante AgĂ­ said...

Who's the boss...now?

The Pagan Sphinx said...

hahhaahaa...very good! runaway american dream, indeed. Thanks for the chuckle. I needed that today.

Peace,
The P.S.