I am Starr. Starr I are.


Im a brilliant barri-star.


Im here to ask, as youll soon see,


Did you grope Miss Lew-in-sky?


Did you grope her in your house?


Did you grope beneath her blouse?


Did she give you gifts and ties?


Were you spied by prying eyes?

I did not do that here or there!


I did not do that anywhere!


I did not do that in a chair!


I went not near her giant hair!


I did not join …. even for fun,


The Mile High Club in Air Force One,


So stow your feathers and your tar,


I did not do her Starr you are!

Did you smile?


Did you flirt?


Did you peek beneath her skirt?


And did you tell the girl to lie,


When called upon to testify?

That is it; youve gone too far!


I do not like you, Starr you are!


I will not answer any more!


In fact, I think Ill start a war!


The publics easy to distract,


When bombs are falling on Iraq!