Hairy Trueman & Brittony Naval Spears

(I am inspired to write this ditty
After having read Bohb's poem
Entitled: Madonna & JFK.)

My rendition goes something like this:

And this piece should be sung to the tune of
The 1812 William Tail Underture.

She slapped the bifocals off the glasses-wearing bastard
When the political crony of a glutton failed to hit her
Baby one more time. Chevrolet de chaise lounge.

They were sun tanning on the South Lawn
And fanning the prelude to a father/daughter session
Of hide the corncob in the Deep South crib.

She slapped his manhood in the D.C. neighborhood
Actually she slapped his hard hard
When the sex pistol and Congressional maverick missed to hit her
Baby one more time.  Merci de comp-uter.

It started to rain but not in Spain
Quickly they darted to the East Room
Just as he farted that gubernatorial cheese squeezing
Belch in reverse
The White House executive chef had pureed
The balls of a Libyan diplomat
And the Hellwithoutdaysauce was superb
He had missed his fencing instructions for the day
And was remiss to hit her
Baby one more time.  Touche.

This is not as good as "Madonna and & JFK"
But who cares
Here in the heartland of bureaucracy
There is little accuracy
In matters relating to the heart or hard
Politicians make strange bedfellows
And shitty singers have to wake up where they can
But I am sure that Brittony Naval Spears
Would have loved spending 54.2 minutes with
Hairy Trueman.
Even if he did not ever deliver to hit her
Baby one more time.  Voice le crayon.