This Old Gob, He's No Slob
What'll you do when you drink your coffee,
No Secret Service at your side?
Them SuperDelegates weren't "Made Men",
Maybe you coulda paid them?
But now it's just your foolish pride:
Hay-la, you've got me on my knees,
Hay-la, I'm talkin-a you, Hillary!
Together we dispatched
Those Edwards' and those Huckabees.
Hay-la, ease this troubled Lime(y).
Tried to give you consolation
For that Old Man who made you fanatical.
Then like a fool, I fell in love with you,
Now my party affiliation's problematical:
Hay-la, you've got me on my knees,
Hay-la, I'm talkin-a you, Hillary!
Together we dispatched
Those Edwards' and those Huckabees.
Hay-la, ease this troubled Lime(y).
Let's make the best of the Inauguration,
Before I finally go to Hades:
Let this old Gob
Give you back your old job--
Healthcare, Environment and First Lady!
Hay-la, you've got me on my knees,
Hay-la, I'm talkin-a you, Hillary!
Together we dispatched
Those Edwards' and those Huckabees.
Hay-la, ease this troubled Lime(y).
(Limey refers to British Naval personnel,
Or Sailors,
But for the purposes of this song,
It's extended
To U.S. Naval Aviat-ors,
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah-h-h.)
She lost.
Maxnned 3 years ago
thanks for the comment, she's being offered an alternative position in my irreverent scenario here. bravo for your brevity on the spore animations.
grampamoses 3 years ago