Al Gore I

Al Gore, get your finger out of my butt
Stop waving your chocolate-covered finger around
Like it's some goddamn flag
What the hell is wrong with you?
Treat me like some cheap little tart
Don't touch me there
You're the Vice-President, for chrissakes
And besides, your wife looks like she hasn't had cock in years
I don't have a cunt, Al
Get used to the idea