Hi there. Bill Clinton here again. And ladies and gentlemen, as you know, I recently had to move my office in New York. And I have been looking for a new space that would be...Jeffersonian. I was sort of thinking Thomas, not George and Louise...
On a cold gray New York City day
I had to move my office far away
To the ghetto
And you know I cried
'Cause before, man, I could see Rockettes
In the evenings, I could hear the Mets
Rigoletto
But people, don't you understand?
My rent was just eight hundred grand
And anything less than a penthouse wouldn't make sense
Just citizen Bill, you know
So to raise that kind of dough
You know I'd have to go and speak at eight corporate events
But the press went wild
And I guess the rumor-mongers won
When I said I lied like the puppet son
Of Geppetto
So I ate some fries
And now I'm stuck where the streets are mean
Thank God for Starbucks and Krispy Kreme
In the ghetto
Then one day I was feeling desperate, and Hillary was away
I wanted some fun, so I took a car
I searched for Hooters, but I didn't get far
Before I started to smile
I'm gonna like it here, Bill Clinton knows
As a hooker walks by in fishnet hose
And stilettos
That's my ghetto!