The worst, no Al, dear Tipper did say
It's for certain they'll split up, in own beds they'll lay
Not beds where they have lain forty years
Such a sad situation, we all feel tears..
No Al, No Al, No Al, No Al
Bored's grown poor Tipper, a left home gal

Said they'll break up and seperate soon
Though it's lasted decades, their honeymoon
Whole world recalls that election night,
The hot kiss they exchanged and embraced tight
No Al, No Al, No Al, No Al
How can such love end..deep as a well?

There's been no talk of any affair,
But media will sniff the air
And should they find some secret stored,
Like a bad matador, poor Al will be Gored
No Al, No Al, No Al, No Al,
Both have decided it's so long, pal

Nobel Peace Prize for global warmth won
An Oscar too, documentation
Had he thrown self in work too deep,
Ignoring that stilled love cannot keep?
No Al, No Al, No Al, No Al
Work time and marriage should balance well

While Bill was Prez..got along nice
Bill played the scoundrel and Al was Vice-
What were the odds back then, they'd quit?
More likely Hill and Bill might split
No Al, No Al, No Al, No Al
Ironic, the tales that time can tell

As a VeePee, pushed off critic's cliff,
Branded robotic, a social stiff
But now in hindsight, one break up cause
Could be, not stiff enough, reason was
No Al, No Al, No Al, No Al,
Maybe he should have rung Viagra's bell..

How can poor Tipper survive with No Al?