Al Gore's attorney gave her the rights (and whatever proceeds she could obtain) to release (on the OPRAH Show) the story of Al Gore being pulled over in the lobby of the Hotel Lucia on the first evening of the climate conference. Al Gore was caught by a Portland Police Bureau Officer bouncing on his hoppity hop with a BAC of .17, he failed a field sobriety check, and was booked on a DUI. He sang this song during the sobriety check....
We couldn't make a buck, 'til we finally struck Bonanza.
With a hat and a rope and a dime bag of dope, smoked our family tree. We got hold of a pot of gold, Bonanza.
With a horse and a saddle, and a ban on cattle, how rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand, Al Gore is the name, fortune smiled, the day we filed with the IPCC.
Here in the West, we're livin' the best, Bonanza, if anyone fights any one of us, he's go a fight with me, Bonanza.
Hansen and Jones and Mann made up every rock and pine, no one works, fights, or eats, like those boys of mine. Here we stand in the middle of a grand Bonanza.
With a hat and a rope and dime bag of dope, we smoked our family tree, we got hold of a potful of gold, Bonanza.
With a houseful of friends where the big fabulous rainbow ends, how rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand, Al Gore is the name, fortune smiled, the day we filed with the IPCC. Here in the west we're livin' the best Bonanza.
That's why we call it Bonanza...Bonanza...Bonanza...BONANZA....EEEEeeeaaahhhHHHH!!