Mr. Bill Clinton ran the Presidential race
But behind him is another one’s face.
Hillary is the faithful spouse
Who wears the pants in the white house.
To America’s people she will not answer
For the liberties taken that Clinton grants her.
Now Bill Clinton’s tales he can not remember
So to his wife he must surrender
The story of the white-water scandal
So Ms. Paula Jones he can handle.
The Democrats tried to keep it hush-hush
But the republicans can thank good ole Rush
The man I speak of is Rush Limbaugh
He tells it like it is no matter what the call.
He keeps us informed of the matters in hand
Cause the Clinton’s try the patience of every moral man.
Their standards lower daily to fit the Clinton family crimes
They conform to worldly ways to passify the times
Money, sex, and power make up the daily news
While morals seem to escape all the Clinton’s views.
But God can mold the clay of America’s Mr. Bill
He can lump it up again or halt His potter’s wheel.
A vessel He can form anew with this lump of clay
If we the people of this land get on our knees and pray.