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Song Parodies -> "Where' Slick Willie Lay"
Original Song Title:
"Barbara Allen"
Original Performer:
Dolly Parton
Parody Song Title:
"Where' Slick Willie Lay"
Parody Written by:
Joseph Hayes
The Lyrics
The oldest know song that the Pilgrims brought over. Go to http:www.theromanceclub.com/authors/lauramillsalcott/lyrics.htm and see the original lyrics and scroll down to a choice of three who sing it.
T'was the year of 2004
When Hillary's thighs were swellin'
Sweet "Slick Willie" on his deathbed lay
For the love of Monica Lewinsky.
He sent his chauffeur to the house
The house were Monica was dwellin'
Said my boss is sick & he sent for ye
If ye name be Monica Lewinsky.
Slowly, slowly she got up & passed the man
Somehow there were no tears for cryin'
Thinkin' at least she could see her one true love
Without everybody around for spyin'.
She heard her one true love say
Oh yes I'm sick, I'm very sick
I hear the death winds howlin'
No better, no better I never shall be
She said, mr. president, ye lied to me
So I'm glad that ye be dyin'.
It twas on her way home
She saw the hearse a comin'
Lay down, down your corpse of clay
That I may look upon him.
The more she looked, the more she groaned
'Till she fell to the ground, the ground in sorrow
"Sweet Willie" died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow.
They buried her in the old church yard
"Slick Willie's grave was neigh her
On Willie's grave grew an ugly rose
On Monica's grave, a briar.
They grew and grew up the old church wall
'Till the custodian would cut no higher
They lapped and tied in a strange, strange knot
The ugly rose, wrapped 'round the briar.
When Hillary's thighs were swellin'
Sweet "Slick Willie" on his deathbed lay
For the love of Monica Lewinsky.
He sent his chauffeur to the house
The house were Monica was dwellin'
Said my boss is sick & he sent for ye
If ye name be Monica Lewinsky.
Slowly, slowly she got up & passed the man
Somehow there were no tears for cryin'
Thinkin' at least she could see her one true love
Without everybody around for spyin'.
She heard her one true love say
Oh yes I'm sick, I'm very sick
I hear the death winds howlin'
No better, no better I never shall be
She said, mr. president, ye lied to me
So I'm glad that ye be dyin'.
It twas on her way home
She saw the hearse a comin'
Lay down, down your corpse of clay
That I may look upon him.
The more she looked, the more she groaned
'Till she fell to the ground, the ground in sorrow
"Sweet Willie" died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow.
They buried her in the old church yard
"Slick Willie's grave was neigh her
On Willie's grave grew an ugly rose
On Monica's grave, a briar.
They grew and grew up the old church wall
'Till the custodian would cut no higher
They lapped and tied in a strange, strange knot
The ugly rose, wrapped 'round the briar.
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