And...”all your fugly leftist women are belong to us.”
Here’s mine Doug. Sung to the tune of “Wreck of The Old 97.”
The Wreck of The Old 08
Well, she gave him his orders
at Monroe, Virginia,
Sayin’, “Bill, you’re a-way behind time.
This ain’t Monica, but it’s old Hill Clinton
You must put me into DC on time.”
Well, she turned around and she said
to her tired, sleezy husband
“Shovel on a little more coal,
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can watch Old Hillary roll.”
It’s a mighty rough road
from Lynchburg to Danville
A line on a three-mile grade
It was on that grade
that she lost her average
You can see what a jump she made
She was goin’ down the grade
making 90 miles an hour
Her cackle broke into a scream
They found her in the wreck
with her hand on the throttle
She was scalded to death by her schemes
Now lady, you must take a warning
From this time now and learn
Never speak false words to your true lovin’ voters
They may leave you and never return.