When Bill Clinton decided to divert the attention of the American public from his antics in the White House to the Middle East, Saddam provided the perfect excuse. It is amusing to notice how similar Bill's reaction was to two totally different stimuli ...
You’ve got to curb desire, Bill
You’ve got to curb desire.
A general with coquettish pride
Shows a garter thong to you
And before the UN can decide
What does the President do?
He whips out a missile
From his own stockpile
And gives the order to fire
You’ve got to curb desire, Bill
You’ve got to curb desire.
Oral commitments do not count
Is a fact that you have stated
And only the aggression that you mount
Has the right to be satiated.
Small nations learn
How to be an intern
In the White House of Bill’s empire.
You’ve got to curb desire, Bill
You’ve got to curb desire.
Nuclear warheads do not leave stains
They only threaten to blow
And cocktail dresses are no restrains
When the Prez is in full flow.
Nobody trusts
Your pelvic thrusts
Is the point of this satire.
You’ve got to curb desire Bill
You’ve got to curb desire.
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