A Song For Hildabeast Regret My Decision (Sung to the tune of Whiskey Drinkin' Woman, by Nazareth) Lost the e-lection, there goes the rest of this life for me  She's drink-ing every night  Now I'm yearn-ing to break free  I hate that woman, and I'd love to see her dead  But she knows my secrets, so I'm trapped and must stay wed  I re-gret my decis-ion  To make a Clin-ton out of Hillary  She's got cankles where her hoofs meet  Like she's Ark-an-sas corn fed  Had to have some work-man come  And re-in-force our bed  I ad-mit I went wrong  Guess I'm doomed to live this plight  But I spike her NyQuil  Ho-ping this could be the night  I'm will-ing to risk pris-on  For makin' a Clin-ton out of Hillary  Please under-stand my problem   And you'll sym-pa-thize with me  The way that she was grow-in'  Can you blame me for Lewin-sky?  She just lays there glarin'  Like there's de-mons in her head  Got to double bag it  Or chew my arm off in-stead I'd choose blindness over vis-ion Cause I made a Clin-ton out of Hillary  Got to get my thoughts to-gether, and figure some-thing out  If I weren't a co-ward, I'd take the ea-sy way out  I hate that woman, and I'd love to see her dead  But when we're in public, I hold hands and grin in-stead A su-i-cide decision?  For makin' a Clin-ton out of Hillary...