It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The new intern staff shuffles in
Gary Condit's sitting next to me
Taking in the parade of new skin

"I gave a good speech on fidelity
When Clinton was on the hot seat
But if any of you're into sodomy
Then when can we privately meet?"

La la la, de de scum
La la, de de dumb da da

Give us a line, you're the congressman
Give us a line tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a comedy
And you sound like Clinton alright

"Now Chandra is simply a friend of mine
I counseled her once for free
I live a clean life, just go ask my wife
Cause there's someplace that I'd rather be"

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face
"How did you stand the torture of Kenneth Starr
and escape an impeachment disgrace?"

La la la, de de scum
La la, de de dumb da da


"Now Vince was staffer and friend of mine
Who constantly pissed-off my wife
Now like Chandra Levy he's pushin up daisies
And finally out of my life"

And so goes the liberal's politics
Any means to an end are condoned
They're selling their drug altruistic
and their followers seem to be stoned

Give us a line, you're the congressman
Give us a line tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a comedy
And you sound like Clinton alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the committeemen give me a smile
'Cause they know that it's me they've been comin' to see
and to video tape for while

And the low-brow public is gullible
as spin-masters shift into gear
And they preach that we can't judge one's private life
you must reelect him next year...

Oh, La la la, de de scum
La la, de de dumb da da

Give us a line, you're the congressman
Give us a line tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a comedy
And you sound like Clinton alright