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White House (Sung to the Tune of America)
You frozen city . . .
City of my Husband Barack.
Always the Cubs losing
Always the Mayor is schmoozing . . .
Chicago, Illinois . . .
Once my home city . .
City Capone called home.
Always the snows falling,
Always the wind is a calling . . .
And the Graft is flying,
And the Officials are lying,
And the slums aren’t dying.
I live in a suburb of New York City
When I win, I’ll miss it, but have no pity!
Why should you govern America!
My Husband should govern America!
It’s time for us in America
Get on the Bus in America!
I’d like to live in the White House.
Please take the tour, wear a nice blouse.
The Rose Bushes I hear are in full bloom.
The other Bushes I hope will leave soon!
Limousine drives me to White House,
Someone else cleans in the White House,
There are no liens on the White House,
By all means come to visit the White House!
I'll buy my outfits from Dior.
I heard the same from Tipper Gore.
The children will take a limo to school.
HILLARY As long as it’s in Illinois, that’s cool.
How will I run the White House?
Plenty of fun in the White House;
Won’t carry a gun in the White House.
The house in Chappaqua is a White House!
I'll be a champion of the poor.
Soon enough, your name will be obscure!
I'll see that they get Health Care.
I tried that, you haven’t a prayer.
I want to sleep in the White House!
Hardly a peep in the White House
There’s still a creep in the White House,
He’s the black sheep of the White House!
I think you’ll end up back in New York.
I can’t wait for the Champagne to uncork.
The Country will throw us a great parade!
I’m afraid that you’re living a great charade!