Tax Foolery has lampooned Donald Trump.  Now it’s Hilary Clinton’s turn.

(To tune of “Heavenly” by Burt Bacharach and Syd Shaw as recorded by Johnny Mathis on 1959 album of the same name)

Oh Hilary!  Our Hilary!
Keeps Bill inside a pillory.
Or else he’d fool around.
Often she’s found
her man about town.

Now Hilary! Our Hilary!
Will need her own distillery.
To drink to all those emails leaking out.

Yes, we know her –
a ma’am in pants.
Those liberal ideals she cants.
Whilst taking cash, from foreign friends.
And who knows where, the scandal ends.

That’s Hilary! Our Hilary!
Oh, the pretense is chilling me.
A queen who would be king,
Our Hilary!

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To tune of “It’s Alright with Me,” by Cole Porter)

They’re the wrong gang
For a grim task
All those politicians
Wear a thin mask
And so I ask
Why the hypocrisy?
That’s not alright with me.

How they court us
And adore us
Then when we elect them
They ignore us
They’re not for us
We can’t move D.C..
That’s not alright with me

This has been a congress I’d like to forget
What strange disenchantment I feel
With Super Pac money, what they want they’ll get
And we’re all left with bitter lemons to peel

 Maybe I’m right
Maybe you’re right
Maybe we’re both wrong
And yet we all fight
But we just might,
Solve the problems we see
If we’d seek some harmony
And that’s alright
That would be alright with me.

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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