"Cocaine in the West Wing"

(Parody of Hotel California) On a dark July evening, cool wind in my hair Secret Service patrolling, found something rare Up ahead in the distance, a baggie gleamed bright My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim As I wondered about that night There it lay in the foyer; they called it a surprise And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be heaven or this could be lies' Then they called up the press corps, and they showed them the scene Voices echoed through the halls, 'What could this mean?' (Chorus) Welcome to the White House drama Such a curious place (such a curious place), such a public space Plenty of room at the White House drama Any time of year (any time of year), you can find it here His dad says, ‘It’s a mystery, we don’t have a clue’ While Hunter's out in Malibu, sipping something blue And his laptop keeps on leaking, more files every day But the networks keep it quiet, hope it fades away Journalists keep asking, 'Hey, whose could it be?' Secret Service shrugs and says, 'No fingerprints, you see?' Some folks start to wonder, some folks start to guess But they’ll never give an answer, just clean up the mess (Chorus) Welcome to the White House drama Such a curious place (such a curious place), such a public space They're living it up at the White House drama What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, the truth on ice And they said, ‘We are all just prisoners here of our own device’ And in the press room meetings, they gather for the feast They stab it with their soundbites, but they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was heading for the door Trying to find an answer to the scandal once more ‘Relax,’ said the spokesman, ‘We don’t talk about that here’ ‘You can check out any time you like, but the truth won’t appear’