Laura
Laura
mmm ... ooh

He sat at home waiting for projections
He grew nervous avoiding all those questions
His pits were wet, his fist were slowly pounding
Now you just know exactly what he's singing?

It's a Grand Ole Party there's no stinkin' donkey's
Come on, Michael, less is Moore
If you want to smear me just speak out and bash me
Come on, Kerry, learn from Gore

He's acting meek humble with his answers
Come on, Laura, we won this fight together
Now hold on there Georgie before you gloat much further
Pour me some wine so I can phone your mother
They cut a rug in the White House grand ball room
At last he can drive Laura batty with his new tune

It's a Grand Ole Party there's no stinkin' donkey's
Come on, Michael, less is Moore
If you want to smear me just speak out and bash me
Come on, Kerry, learn from Gore

His mouth's speaking like a nun
'Cause at last he's got this term sown
Relax, Laura, now we are alone

[break]

They wake at dawn 'cause all the phones are ringing
Two Texas Rangers, Dixie ain't what they're singing
Outside there's press, questions and explaining
They got each other, neither one's complaining
He say's I'm sorry but we're out of Heinz's ketchup
Never mind, Georgie, you can flaunt your Rod Stewart "get up"

It's a Grand Ole Party there's no stinkin' donkey's
Come on, Michael, less is Moore
If you want to smear me just speak out and bash me
Come on, Kerry, learn from Gore