The Starr of the tempest raves for fifty months on
The voice of the White House screams, "Don't let it go on!"
The judge and the president are "practicing" law
The conflict between them is a game of cat's-paw

Congress is voting over what to do next
President Clinton claims it's just about sex
While everyone clamors for this thing to be through
The truth is corrupted and Ken Starr's on the move

He'll mold you and shape you; he'll watch what you do
The Starr of the tempest is burning you through
Spreading like wildfire, falling like rain
'Fore the dust settles, he'll drive you insane

Your pension's in danger, and your legacy's dead
Your dignity's shattered as the charges are read
The less that you tell, the more your polls stay in place
You're morally vacant; there is no soul in your face

Call in the lawyers; the president's here
Twisting the language toward confusion and fear
Schemes like a serpent, lies without shame
Though he may promise, he'll just feel your pain

Smut on the Web; disgust in the street
Now the nightmare is nearly complete
Four-point-five years, and still it goes on
No turning back; now the gauntlet's thrown

Big Kenneth is watching, and he likes what he sees
A White House in chaos when he's ready to squeeze
The judge and the president are "practicing" law
The conflict between them is a game of cat's-paw

Grand jury's saying, "Now tell us no lies:
What is the madness hidden by your disguise?"
Ken Starr and Clinton; conflicting claims
When the dust settles, what will we have gained?