Hey Hey Hillary

I met my love Hillary at the local distillery.

She was leaning so languidly, on the window sillery.

And I was glued to my seat as I gazed at her feat.

Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.

My heart was hijacked. My lips were gobsmacked.

Her hair was shimmering. My brain was simmering.

Then my blood began to boil. My desire would not be foiled.

Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.

Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.

Right then and there I made a vow.

I'm gonna make her mine somehow.

Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.

My head was spinning like a top as I offered her a cough drop.

And as she placed it on her tongue, my stomach did a flip-flop.

When I invited her to dance, that was the start of our romance.

Hey, Hey, Hillary, Hey, Hey, Hillary.

And though it may sound strange to say.

I thank my god every day.

Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.

-"Hey, Hey, Hillary"

Dean Friedman