Put Ten Grand in the Hand

(Capitol Steps parody of "Put Your Hand in the Hand")

Al Daddy taught me every trick of politics before the age of seven

I was raisin' cash at every birthday bash by age eleven

Then I told all my friends that I invented the yo-yo and the spellin' bee

And that prepared me for the days of raisin' money at the DNC

So put ten grand in the hand of the man who built computers

Put ten grand in the hand of the man who made PCs

Fill the check out yourself, and make it out to A-L, G-O-R-E

You'll be puttin' ten grand in the hand of the man from Tennessee

(Naomi enters)

Al (Why, hello. If it isn't my high-priced clothing consultant, Naomi Wolf!)

Naomi Fifteen grand in my hand so you'll be an alpha male, now

Al Fifteen grand in your hand so I'll look good on TV

Naomi When I'm done with you, you'll be more GQ, in colors by Esprit

Al Yes, the clothing makes the man Naomi But take Œem off and Al, you'd still bore me

(Naomi exits, Tipper enters)

Al (Why, hi there, Tipper!)

Tipper When Al was just a kid, every time he got some money, he spent it

Al spent it

Tipper On a big erector set, and that's how the Internet got invented

Al Oh, yeah

 

Son of a Bush

(Capitol Steps parody of "Cat's in the Cradle")

(Enter Dad, George Bush Senior)

Dad (Hi. George Bush here. Usually, a former President doesn't take sides when his party picks a candidate. But in the year 2000 election, am I gonna stay neutral? Not gon' do it. Not gonna go there.)

Dad I got a real fine son, who's a candidate

He's the gov'nor they're lovin' in the Lone Star state

(enter son)

He's got the vision thing, and a resume

With a little Kennebunkport DNA

And I get so proud when he says to me

Son I want to be like you, dad

I wanna be just like you

Both Aristocrat since the cradle with a silver spoon

Dad Little George Junior's gonna go for the moon

Son When will I be President?

Dad I don't know when

You're gonna have a good time then, son

Both Gonna have a good time then

Son Dad, can you help me give my polls a push?

Dad Just tell the world you're a son-of-a-Bush

Son Don't get mad, when you see in print

That they got a little dirt on me from Larry Flynt

Dad Another scandal? Hey, join the club

Son I'm not a Bush, I'm just a shrub

Both Democrats gonna ladle out a lotta junk

Dad Did you use cocaine?

Son Only when I was drunk

Dad When will they uncover that?

Son I don't know when

Dad They're gonna have a good time then, son

Both Gonna have a good time then

Dad (No interns)

Son (Not gonna go there)

Both (Wouldn't be prudent)