Now that Hillary Clinton has been outed as a member of the single-tooth, beer-swigging, NASCAR-loving Redneck crowd, owing to her conversion to a kind of Southern accent back on March 4th, 2007, in Selma, Alabama, it can’t be long before a TV show pilots featuring her New Southernness. Here’s a contribution to that show’s theme song:

THE HILLARY HILLBILLIES

Come and listen to a story ’bout a man named Hill
Poor politician, barely kept her Gucci shoes
Then one day looking at the Craiglist ads
She stumbled on jug-eard looking darkie of a lad.

Obama, that is, black man, popular.

Well the first thing you know Ms. Clinton’s in a snit
She’s losing in the polls to that little piece of shit
Kinfolk said, “Well, you gotta play it rough.”
So she modified her act and she started acting tough.

Accusations, that is: cocaine, half-breed, madrassas.

Well now the Clintonistas seem to be everywhere,
Embedded in the media but they don’t seem to care
They’re throwing down dirt and they wanna take your shirt
And leave you in the lurch if they don’t just kill you first.

Murder, that is: Vince Foster, and by any means necessary.