I was thinking back to the days when Iraq was going to be a cakewalk, financed entirely by Iraqi oil revenues (remember those days?) when an idea for a song hit me (a slight departure from the hardcore poll-parsing)...
Your Wadi* is a Blunderland
(To George W. Bush, to the tune of John Mayer's Your Body is Wonderland) [below]
More car bombs this afternoon
Intelligence all twisted and skewed
Now too late for you and Cheney, too
To pull your heads out
And go seek a clue
You start to see now that you can't win
Your skin it is clearly very thin
Facade of lies starting to
Collapse in around you
An honest assessment?
You baked it
Good justification?
You faked it
Deep thirst for oil
Can't slake it
This is going to cost a lot
Your wadi is a blunderland
Your wadi is a blunderland (in shifting sands)
Your wadi is a blunderland
Something `bout the way lies fall from your lips
I love the way you prance around on big warships
Deficits spiraling up sky-high
All phony faith and apple pie
A vicious but largely empty mind
With no nick-named lobbyist left behind
If the claim is convenient
You'll stake it
A law is in the way
You'll break it
Raw stench of scandals
Can't shake it
Your time will be up soon
Your wadi is a blunderland
Your wadi is a blunderland (in shifting sands)
Your wadi is a blunderland
Facts they always
Frustrate you
Giving tax breaks to the few
Turn a Machine-gun on Social Security, too
If it were ever up to you
Your wadi is a blunderland
Your wadi is a blunder (in shifting sands)
Your wadi is a blunderland
Your wadi is a blunderland
*Wadi - n. pl. wa*dis, also wa*dies
a. A valley, gully, or streambed in the Middle East or northern Africa that remains dry except during the rainy season.