Tune: = “You’re a mean one, Mister Grinch”
You’re a mean one, Hil-la-ry.
You left Chris Stevens to die.
When Muslims took Bengazhi
You went off to catch shut -eye,
Hiil-la-ry!
You’re a top advisor
Who’s really a spy.
You’re a monster, Hil-la-ry.
You defied our policy
Using unncrtypted emails
Compromised security
Hil-lar-ry!
I wouldn’t trust you
With a sixty-four bit encryption key.
You’re a foul one, Hil-la-ry.
‘Nabling sex predator Bill
Stain a blue dress in the office
Have a cigar for a thrill
Hil-la-ry.
Given the choice between the two of you I’d take Humma for a chill.
You’re a vile one, Hil-la-ry.
You’r a nasty wasty skank.
You run down Juanita Broaddrick,
and put down Kathleen Wiley
Hil-la-ry!
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
“Stink, stunk, stank”!
You’re a rotter, Hil-la-ry.
You’re the queen of sinful sots
You’re heart’s filled with a trinity
of me, myself, I gots
Hil-la-ry!
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate us, Hil-la-ry
And you disenfrachise us
Who were Bernie Sanders boosters
Bumpted by superdelegates
Hil-la-ry!
You’re a three-decker insider
esablisment sandwich,
With Rinocrat sauce!
bttt
Memorable tune