JANET’S FIRE, by Slick Willie
(parody of Maggie's Farm")
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Janet's Fire no more.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Janet's Fire no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Scold my men and feel your pain.
I got a head full of her b.s.,
That chick is drivin' me insane.
Waco was a game Janet dreamed up
With dumb Al Gore.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Waco blunders no more.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Waco blunders no more.
We're in a hell of a pickle,
Cause Reno tends to fly blind,
And she has to learn spin,
When she's caught in a bind,
It may be time to kick her ass
Right out the door.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Janet's job no more.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Janet's job no more.
When she talks she makes me nervous,
About this land and God and law.
Everybody says,
Put the blame on that old broad.
She's about sixty-eight,
But thinks like twenty-four.
I ain't gonna worry about Janet's fraud no more.
I ain't gonna worry about Janet's fraud no more.
Well, I may stick my cigar,
In her face just for kicks.
That bedlam at Waco,
Was El Reno's trip.
And the agents in charge,
Declared that war.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Janet's Fire no more.
I ain't gonna worry 'bout Janet's Fire no more.
Well, I'm trying my best,
To do just what I can,
But everyone wants me,
To rig Justice for them.
I have flings with young babes
When I get bored.
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