I met Mon, at the Oval Office.
Then she blew me, on top of my desk.
I screamed "H*** yea'".
She yelled, "Ay!!!!"
Now we're all in a public fight.

Woo-hoo-hoo, that's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, that's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, that's not my son, you whore!

My new pal, left me by my side.
But then Mr. Al Gore, stood to save my hide.
>From Supreme Court, and a test.
They had something on a blue dress.

Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son, you whore!

Thank God, they didn't find me there.
Or questioned about the black hair,
They found on my suit, with some white stuff.
When they did I went, "Oh!"

{guitar solo}

Alone in court,
On that fateful day.
I told the lie.
I did not have sex with Lewinski.
I got caught, with the stuff.
They found the dress with white stuff.


Woo-hoo-ho, it's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son, you whore!
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son.
Woo-hoo-hoo, it's not my son, you whore!