Okay, so this probably isn't going to happen any time soon.
Sorry for stealing your song Tom.....
Pickle's Wild Years
Pickles settled down out in Crawford
She hid her wild years and people voted for her husband
They moved into the White House
He pushed failed economic policies from the 80s
And assumed record deficits to finance an ill-advised war
Spied on people without warrants
His Secretary of State was a spent piece of used jet trash
Played the cello, kept her mouth shut most of the time
Had a little Attorney General named Alberto
That had some kind of power fetish and was totally blind
Pickles acted like she had modern values
Possibly pro-choice, the whole bit
Bush nominated Alito
They were so happy
One night Pickles looked at her husband's work
Realized that she was married to a right wing nut job
And then she lost it as no first lady ever lost it before
She got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home
Doused everything in the ranch, torched it
Parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn
All Halloween orange and chimney red
Then Pickles put on a Top Forty station
Got on the Houston Freeway and headed north
Never could stand that Condi