At
first
Bill was way too cool to be true
Like
JFK, but like
Elvis too
Wearing those shades,
playing saxophone
With secrets to hide and
sin s to atone for
Jogging as if caught in
some kind of a chase
Reddening an already red face
But things were fine and dandy here
With a cell phone stuck in
each and every ear
Markets boomed and we gave thanks
Driving in sports utility tanks, yeah
Man, we got our own desert fox
right here at home
The ladies' thinks that he's
Don
Juan
But in the end, you know he's just a chum
We knew our
Bill liked to run around
With that runny red nose
Such a silly sad clown
And the tears and the pain in
Bill's baggy blue eyes
But we just love watching our
Bill apologize
He holds us in those large white hands
The polls all show we're still
Bill's fans
He's our boy,
Billy makes us glad
Be cause we like a boy that's bad,
man
He's a naughty boy
Bill's got the character that you gave us,
Merchant
He looks just great walking
out of the church
With his wife and his daughter,
the family dregs
My
God,
Chelsea's got her father's legs
Bill's still sporting
that wedding band
And he'll still standin' right by her man
Oh,
Tammy
Ying,
Tammy
Wynette
When will that woman ever get upset?
The black beret,
the stained blue dress
What a trip!
What a mess, man
What a waste
Millions and millions and mil
lions of sperm cells
Men, cheese, girls, everybody feels
Who cast the first stone? I got dibs
For
Christmas this year, what did she get?
The guy
Cigar, tip, clipper, and a small bow tie
Gold kin stars, so squeaky clean
Bad boy bills and peachy keen
So this year we hereby do resolve
We're gonna let the world spin,
let it revolve
Saddam's still star of
CNN
Let's resign ourselves and
set your own menu
For some teeny -miny boo -boo -wee
Yeah man, we just gotta get filled
This very own no -fly zone
Boo -boo -wee -ah -boo
Boo -boo -wee -ah -boo
Boo -boo -wee -ah -boo