Aah, the Clinton song, lying in wait for him for him all those years. All I can remember is:

The end of me old cigar, ta-ra-ta-ra-ta-rar,
As I walk down Piccadilly, I'm a regular la-di-dah,
I may not be good looking, but they reckon that I'm a star,
For I tickle the ladies' fancy with the end of me old cigar.

Cosmotheka did a great version.