Don't Cry for Me, Janet Reno
by Randy Krehbiel
Tune: Don't Cry for Me, Argentina
It won't be easy. You'll think it strange.
Without one of my cases on appeal
That I'm still free as a dove after all that I've done.
You won't believe me
All you see are the girls I once knew
All of them chasing after me
With big dry cleaning bills
I have to leave the White House
Bush had the locks changed
Gotta land me a big, fat book deal
Meet Mrs. Alec Baldwin, buy my own topless bar
I'll be a statesman - a saxophone playing Jimmy Carter
Oh, I won't impress Hillary
She's got Trent Lott to snap her garter.
Don't cry for me, Janet Reno
The truth is, they couldn't beat me.
All through my wild days (and) Ken Starr's persistence
They couldn't catch me; I went the distance |
Save the Last Vote for Me
by David Averill
Tune: Save the Last
Dance for Me
You can count every vote every way you want, and then
recount, but then
what will you do?
You can sue, but if you do I'll sue you and when I do we'll both be sued
But don't forget when it's over the White House is where I'm gonna be
Oh, voter, save the last vote for me
I deserve to be the president
I can feel it in the air
So I won in the Su-preme Court?
Does it look like I care?
You can count; go and carry on 'til your time is gone and the court says,
"whoa!"
While you count, my transition team will be on the scene and prepared to
go
So don't forget when it's over the White House is where I'm gonna be
Oh, voter, save the last vote for me
Oh, voter, save the last vote for me |
Democratic Votes
by Mimi Haig
Tune: California Girls
Well East Coast votes are hip
They really dig their med-i-care
But the Southern votes with the way I talk
They pre-fer Bush's down-home air
The Midwest farmer's daughters really punch their chads out right
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They like my stand on right-to-life
I wish they all could be democratic
I wish they all could be democratic
I wish they all could be democratic votes.
The West cost has the sunshine
And the polls all close so late
I dig a mail-in ballot from a far-off isle
Votes from a fighter pilot in Ku-wait
I been all around this great big land
And I gave all kinds of quotes
Yeah, but I couldn't win that ol' Sunshine State
No matter how they count the votes
I wish they all could be democratic
I wish they all could be democratic
I wish they all could be democratic votes. |
This Old Club
by Robert Rutland
Tune: This Old House
Now we put 'em on the Gridiron
Yes, we put 'em on the pan
We have fried the big and little
The winners and also-rans
Now the fire is burning lower
And we're running out of gas
The time is drawing nearer
To end this Gridiron blast
Ain't gonna sing these songs no longer
Ain't gonna sing these songs no more
Cause our throats are getting tender
And our feet are getting sore
Ain't got time to give an encore
Cause it's later than you think
Ain't gonna sing these songs no longer
We're gonna quit and have a drink
This old Club hopes you have liked us,
This old Club hopes you've had fun
This old Club hopes you are happy cause now we've got to run
But don't weep and don't despair,
'Cause we'll want to see you here
When we stage the Tulsa Gridiron for all of you next year
Ain't gonna sing these songs no longer
Ain't gonna sing these songs no more
Cause our throats are getting tender
And our feet are getting sore
Ain't got time to give an encore
Cause it's later than you think
Ain't gonna sing these songs no longer
We're gonna quit and have a drink |
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