What are you saying about liz Phair?
There are not that many rhymes in this and they are all cool.
Tom Lehrer was a master of the clever/tortured rhyme, there’s this from Poisoning Pigeons In The Park:
When they see us coming
The birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyanide
Middlin’ not clever: Dylan’s Like A Rolling Stone
“And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he’s toast
Well, I’m still here and he’s a ghost
I guess I’ll train this boy”
The brilliance here is the play on the original lyrics.
funny - what a coincidence - I posted this in another thread recently:
*She peed on the carpet, she shot my horse, and now things have gone from better to bad to worse.*Seems he died from having too much to drink,
And that’s how his truck, landed up, in the drink.
always hated these Nomeansno lyrics:
Above me is a black obelisk
And the dangers that I risk
these Pere Ubu ones, however, are quite chumfly:
*Bare bones are petrified
Later they are classified
A skeleton may indicate,
imagination animates
The mind’s eye does need to see
the fluid grace and subtlety
of animals fitted perfectly
to a world not like the one we see *
(as sung @ 0:24 Pere Ubu - Petrified - YouTube)
and then later:
Has the short end of the stick
been given archaeopteryx?
Actually, --Lee Hazelwood
mmm
Shit. Shoulda caught that.
Bad:
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“Like we used to do”
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in that book by Nabokov
Good lord, could that clank any harder? O Sting, what doggerel hast thou wrought?
Oh yeah, this clanks, too: I will see your face turn alabaster, when you see your servant is your master.
And this: I guess that I’m always hopin’ that you’ll end this reign, but it’s my destiny to be the King of Pain.
So arch. So complex. So insightful. So…Sting. A veritable smorgasbord of clank and boast.
I’ve always liked the meta-ness of an otherwise forgettable 60’s song sung by Leslie Gore:
My life is sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows
That’s how this refrain goes,
So come on, join in!
After googling it, I’m amazed to learn that it was written by Marvin Hamlisch.
Good line, but where’s the rhyme? 
From I Am the Anti-Pope by Zladko Vladcik, of Molvanîa:
Like a lion kills an antelope!
Like a hammer hits a cantaloupe!
Pure genius. 
Woulda been fine if he’d switched lines two and four. Texas doesn’t quite rhyme with taxes, but it goes. And taxes rhymes with “facts is.”
was the question facing lyric writer Johnny Burke when he wrote a title song for 1933’s movieization of the comic strip Joe Palooka. He also got off a clever couplet with the tough word “citizen.”
*Palooka - Palooka
From Boston to Paducah
You’ll find a Palooka
No matter where you go
Palooka - Palooka
It’s not a prince or duke-a
It’s just a Palooka
In case you want to know
Each and every cit-iz-in
Knows the language it-iz-in
A ham, a heel, a big schlemiel
It’s all the same in the hall of fame
Palooka - Palooka
Like Denver or Dubuque-a
A Harry(?) A fluke-a(?)
It’s a grand old American name*
One critic took Tim Rice to town for rhyming “biscuit” with “district” (His astounding clothing took the biscuit/Quite the smoothest person in the district) Tim responded “If it’s so easy, why doesn’t he do it?”
Smut!
Give me smut and nothing but!
A dirty novel I can’t shut,
If it’s uncut,
And unsubt- le.
I’ve never quibbled
If it was ribald,
I would devour where others merely nibbled.
As the judge remarked the day that he
Acquitted my Aunt Hortense,
“to be smut
It must be ut-
Terly without redeeming social importance.”
– Tom Lehrer
Read more: Tom Lehrer - Smut Lyrics | MetroLyrics
So it worked?
Following Texas with taxes would be just wrong. I think he was rhyming every other line, but that sequence would have ruined it.
Marillion- White Russian
Terror in Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery
Someone else in someone else’s pocket
Christ knows I don’t know how to stop it
Poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can’t afford to laugh
I heard in on the telegraph there’s Uzis on a street corner