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(To the Tune of: Pardon Me Boy, Is That the Chattanooga Choo Choo?)
Pardon me, Muntather
Is that the Pres who ducked your new shoes?
Thrown right on time
More a size nine
I can't afford
To throw my brand new spiffy new shoes
I'm over here
But your aim was sublime
Is that the Pres who ducked your new shoes?
Thrown right on time
More a size nine
I can't afford
To throw my brand new spiffy new shoes
I'm over here
But your aim was sublime
You chucked your spiffy shoes good, about a quarter to four
Dragged from the room, pushed out of the door
Dinner in the slammer
We saw it all on the camer'
You have more guts, than ten thousand before ya.
(break-next verse)
When you see the people throwing shoes by the ton
Then you know that Washington is now on the run
Launch those shoes up there way
That's the only fair way
Woo, woo, Washington, who needs a gun.
There's gonna be
About ten million in the steets now
Pulling for you
Asking what can we do?
No more lies
We can all head for home now
So man who pitched your new shoes
Won't you shoe shoe them home?
Man who threw your new shoes
You just shoe shoed him hooooooooooooooooooooooooome.
Then you know that Washington is now on the run
Launch those shoes up there way
That's the only fair way
Woo, woo, Washington, who needs a gun.
There's gonna be
About ten million in the steets now
Pulling for you
Asking what can we do?
No more lies
We can all head for home now
So man who pitched your new shoes
Won't you shoe shoe them home?
Man who threw your new shoes
You just shoe shoed him hooooooooooooooooooooooooome.
