Talking Watergate

I was coming home pretty late one night, singing a song and about half-tight, I was young and my friend and I had

me a pretty good date. I was fiddling around with the front door key, when a weird looking fellow stepped up to me and

said: “Tell me buddy, if this ain’t the Watergate.”

I said it was, and with a grin on his face, he said, “I always wanted to see this place. I hear it’s just the nicest place

in town. And me and my friends are dying to see if it’s all that it’s cracked up to be.” So I said, “Come on in, and I’ll show

you around.” They seemed to love my guided tour ‘til we stopped outside of a certain door and one of my new-found friends

said, “Lookie here.”

“’T is the Democratic office, if I ain’t wrong, to help to keep our country strong.” And he blinked his eye to hold

back a heartfelt tear. He looked kinda shy and shuffled his feet and said no tour would be complete if we didn’t go in and

have a look around.

I don’t know how but the door swung wide and we were all sneaking inside, laughing and giggling and trying not to

make a sound.

We all split up and I was on my own. A couple of the boys were playing round with the phones and I saw

somebody; he was fiddling at a big shot’s desk. They were opening drawers, going through files, made me happy just to see

their smiles ‘til somebody new said, “Hold it, you’re under arrest.”

It took all night to make my bail and as I left the D.C. jail a man stepped out of a long black limousine. He said,

“Get in son, and if you do, we’re gonna take good care of you,” and he flashed the biggest roll of bills I ever seen. He said,

“Get in son, and if you do, we’re gonna take good care of you. Hey, we’re gonna stick with you through thick and thin.” He

drove through traffic like a scalded bird, throwing money out the window to the common herd. We pulled up to the White

House door and walked right in.

Well gosh, I couldn’t believe my luck, this fellow says I can call him Chuck. He says that I am to stick with him

wherever he went. I took off my hat to make a bow and he said there wasn’t any time for that now and he opened the door

and there stood the President.

I started shaking around the knees but he threw me a football to put me at ease. I threw it back and he threw it

back again. A tape recorder was playing real loud the sound of a cheering football crowd ‘til he turned it off, took off his

helmet and said amen.

He smiled at me and he said Bob just told me you’re doing a real fine job and I wanna put an end to all your fears.

You’ve got some friends and that’s worth knowing, when the going gets tough the tough get going, and we’ll stick with you

if they put you away for years.

I said it made me feel so proud, just to hang around with this great crowd, with John and Bob and Mitch and all the

rest. And even though no jail was fun, I knew that justice would be done. And they laughed so hard the tears rolled down

their chest. Oh, ain’t it great what friends can do, they say I’ll be out in a year or two and they’ll get me a real nice job that

pays real well. Yeah, they taught some useful things to me and now that I’m going on TV, they taught me how to smile and

lie like hell.