It’s happening all over
Just like you remember whenThe vast right wing conspiracy
Is on the move again
They’ve got their pitchforks sharpened
And their banners all unfurledTo see if they can stop
The smartest woman in the world
Their motives may be many
But their tactics are revealingThey just don’t want a woman
Crashing through that Crystal Ceiling
The campaign clouds have gathered
And when it pours, it’s rainin’
So now it seems for certain
She’ll have to do some ‘splainin’
I’ve done my best to save her from
Conservative abuses
By working out and offering
Some plausible excuses
She could just come out swinging
But not with crude or crass words“I would have used department mail
But couldn’t recall my passwords”
She could play contrite and thoughtful
If she wants another take
“Yes, I’m sorry that this happened,
But what difference does it make.”
At last I think I’ve figured out
Her most effective playIf I were Mrs. Clinton
Then here’s what I would say.
"The subjects were so sensitive
I couldn’t take a chanceI had a secret server built
In Sandy Berger’s pants.”
So there’s a few excuses
And there could be many more
Or I guess that she could use
A few that she has used before.