Back in the overly innocent early 60's, a big thrill was obtained by just holding hands with the object of your teen desire. It was a proclamation of some sort, at least to the teen chicks of the day, that you liked them enough to proclaim so in public; and maybe something would come of this liason. It appears George W, who has proclaimed his fondess for Beatles tunes "before they got weird" is a devotee of this form of public affection, and demonstrated, surprisingly enough, with another man, the object of desire and pinup of thousands of young oil explorers around the globe, that handsome hunk Prince Abdullah. I offer up here the alternative version of "I Want to Hold Your Hand" after the break.
Ab-du-lah
tell you somethin'
I think you'll understand
When I'll
Say that somethin'
I want to hold your Haaaaaand
chorus:
I want to hold your haaa-aaa-a-a-a-and
I want to hold your hand
Oh Please
say to me
you'll let me drill your sand
It's contracts, its respect
You let me hold your hand
:chorus:
And when I touch you I feel happy inside
The oil just flows and flows , my lust
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't Hiiiiiiiiiiide
Yeah you,
got that somethin'
that pools beneath your land
And I
want that somethin'
I want to hold your hand
(chorus)
When I see supertankers cruisin' inside
your Straights of Hormuz
I get goose bumps
I can't Hide
I can't hide
I can't hiiiiiiiide
Yeah you've got that something
I think you understand
My family gets the power
And so I hold your haaaaaaaand
(chorus)
I'm so sorry Paul. I hope you read this far.