Hide Willie Hide (Charles Baum) 'Tis whispered in the kitchens 'Tis whispered in the halls The President's in the Oval Office Havin' himself a ball And it's Hide, Willie, Hide Though the press you can't abide We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop And we'll take away your pride. The "friend"--well we could quibble She taped the intern's babble And consensual stuff is quite enough When the press riles up the rabble And it's Hide, Linda, Hide Though the press you can't abide We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop And we'll take away your pride. The prosecutor's crew Has a lot they must sort through But I'll bet you a dollar that they'll all holler If we look at their lives, too And it's Hide, Kenneth, Hide Though the press you can't abide We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop And we'll take away your pride. And Congress, by and by Impeachment has to try Better not throw stones 'cause they're not alone They've done it themselves on the sly And it's Hide, Henry Hyde Though the press you can't abide We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop And we'll take away your pride. And it's Hide, people, Hide Though the press you can't abide We'll pry and snoop 'til we get our scoop And we'll take away your pride. my song about Bill and Monica et al, parodying "The Two Magicians" (c) Charles Baum This was written in February of 1998, before most of the events happened, as a short shelf-life song that just lasted longer than I thought possible. CB apr00
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