At first Bill was way too cool to be true
Like JFK but like Elvis too
Wearing those shades playing saxophone
With secrets to hide, sins to atone for
Jogging as if caught in some kind of a chase
Reddening an already red face
But things were fine and dandy here
With a cell phone stuck in each and every ear
Markets boomed so we gave thanks
Driving in sports utility tanks

We got our own Desert Fox right here at home man

Yeah we knew our Bill liked to run around
With that runny red nose such a silly sad clown
There were fears and pain in Bill's baggy blue eyes
But we loved watching our Bill apologize
He holds us in those large white hands
The polls all show we're still Bill's fans
He's our boy Bill he makes us glad
Because we like a boy that's bad
Oh man, so bad...he's a naughty boy

Bill's got the character that you can besmirch
It looks just great coming out of a church
And Bill's still sporting that wedding band
And Hil's still standing right by her man
Out-Tammying Tammy Wynette
Tell me when will that woman ever get upset
She's the martyr, he's the rogue
Viva la victim it's so vogue
The black beret the stained blue dress
What a trip, what a mess
Man think of the waste

Men chase girls, everybody fibs
Who'll cast the first stone, I got dibs
For Christmas this year what did she get the guy?
A cigar tip clipper and a small bow tie
Gold Ken Starr's so squeaky clean
But our bad boy Bill's in peachy keen
So this year we hereby do resolve
To let the world spin, let it revolve
Saddam's still star of CNN
Let's resign ourselves and censure all men

What we gotta do is get Bill his very own no fly zone