I gotta song fer that country western Taylor gal, sorta goes sumpin like this.





When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Hey Sarah, Palin,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Hey Sarah, Palin
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we shoot raindeer, from an airplane
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Hey Sarah, Palin
Whatever we see, we see
The future's just hours, for me
Hey Sarah, Palin
What we see, we see.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

You betcha, ya know
It took that ol man Mc Cain
ta give me some TV fame
now book tours are just a game
so Hoo Raw Hoo Raw