Hilary Clinton Riled by Phony Campaign Song

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CHARLESTON, S.C. – Democratic presidential contender Hillary Clinton became visibly upset during the candidates’ debate last night when a YouTube video containing an anti-Clinton message was aired briefly midway through the session.

Expecting to field a question submitted via YouTube video, Ms. Clinton grew distressed when she heard the following instead, sung by a young man in a Ricky Martin mask to the tune of "Livin' la Vida Loca":

“She's known for being compromised by bad boys and Iraqi wars. I feel for Al Gore; that girl made him fall. She let Vince Foster into her pants before he off’d himself. She's alienating supporters left and right.”

Debate moderator, Anderson Cooper, quickly replaced the offending video with one that contained a question about health care. After regaining her composure, Ms. Clinton answered the question.

Following the debate, Clinton campaigners blamed the staff of their closest competitor, Barack Obama, for the incident. Obama declined to make any comment.

Although CNN and YouTube, which co-sponsored the debate, claimed to have destroyed their copy of the offending video, an MP3 version of "Livin' la Vida Clinton" appeared on Hey!Tunes!, the Spanish version of iTunes, early this afternoon.

Below is the song in its entirety.

She's known for being compromised by bad boys and Iraqi wars. I feel for Al Gore; that girl made him fall.

She let Vince Foster into her pants before he off’d himself. She's alienating supporters left and right.

She'll make you leave your clothes on and stand waiting in the rain. She'll make you hate all women and leave your nuts in pain, like an ice bucket to your balls. Come On!

Uptown, downtown, midtown, she's no real New Yorka. She’s trying to keep the religious right down; she's no real New Yorka.

Her lips are devil red, her husband likes head from a porka. She will bring the country down. She's no New Yorka. Come On! She's no real New Yorka. Come on! She's no real New Yorka.

Woke up in New York City in a funky voting booth. She broke my heart after she got my vote. Now I know the truth.

She raised my taxes, and left my brother in Iraq. While he begs for water, she only drinks French Champagne. After she becomes President the country’ll never be the same. Yeah, she'll make us go insane.

Uptown, downtown, midtown, she's no real New Yorka. She’s trying to keep the religious right down; she's no real New Yorka.

Her lips are devil red her husband likes head from a Porka. She will bring the country down. She's no New Yorka. Come On! She's no real New Yorka. Come on! She's no real New Yorka.