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Verse 1 We're the couple from Hell. We'll say anything to quell Any effort to stop us from renting out The White House as The Grand Hotel. Tell us how long you'll stay; How much you're willing to pay For room and board and contributions toward Our helping you get your way. Chorus We'd have aced the nomination but we haven't got the votes. We're convinced we both deserve it so that really gets our goats As we strive for re-election though we haven't got a prayer: It's the people's recollection of the last time we were there. Yet the new intern collection, Yet the new intern collection, Yet the new intern collection loves gray hair. Verse 2 If either of us distorts The truth about young consorts, It's because one of us delights In Viagara and contact sports. Two for the price of one! Bushie showed that it can be done. Though a trifle flawed: he relied on God. Can it be that he's not the Son? Chorus Obama's sure to beat us; that's the rub. No wonder he's the one we both must snub As we strive for re-election though we haven't got a prayer: It's the people's recollection of the last time we were there… Yet the new intern collection, Yet the new intern collection, Yet the new intern collection loves gray hair.
Music & Original Lyric - Irving Berlin |