Twas the night before crisis,

And behind White House doors,

Not a creature was stirring,

Especially Al Gore.

The interns were nestled,

Dressed in their berets,

In hopes that Saint Bubba

Would come out to play.

When on the East Lawn,

There arose such a clatter,

Even Sam Donaldson

Lost control of his bladder.

Away to our TVs

We flew like a flash,

There's a special report,

And it's pre-empting M*A*S*H!

And what to our wondering

Eyes should appear,

But a homely lil' troll,

With tapes for us to hear.

With a K-Mart bought blazer,

And a bad frizzy 'do,

And a tale to be told-

To me, and to you.

On the chair! On the carpet!

On the Oval Office desk!

With a chubby young intern,

Who was all eyes and chest.

The Pres had been careless,

Indeed, dumb and dumber.

Now the whole world knew

Bubba Had gotten a hummer.

And Monica Lewinsky

Emerged from the rubble,

If she'd just kept her mouth shut,

We'd not have all this trouble.

And thus set in motion,

A whole web o' spiders,

With pundits galore,

And "White House insiders.

You ask, "Who would care

bout Bill and his penis?"

Republican Ken Starr,

And he's armed with subpoenas!

More rapid than eagles,

Process servers, they flew!

"Here's one for you!

And for you! And you, too!"

"Now Jordan! Now Cockell!

Is there anyone else?!?

Let's subpoena the lawyers!

And Bubba himself!!"

"We want you to tell us

About Bill's private life,

And anyone he sleeps with,

'cept, of course, his wife."

And many months later,

After long we've all suffered,

Let's examine more closely

Just what Starr's uncovered.

We've learned "Little Bill"

Has a mind of his own,

And - horror of horrors -

He likes to get blown!

A funny fact surfaced,

After 40 million bucks:

Seems most people don't care

Just who Clinton, fu....er, makes love to.

The economy's great,

And shows no signs of slowing.

Hell, we hope Ms. Lewinsky

NEVER stops blowing!

Now the public's grown weary.

Will this sleaze never end?

We just want to get back

To "E.R.", and to "Friends."

Now Monica, Linda --

And Ken Starr, you suck -

Get the hell off my TV,