"And Iran" by Flock of Chickenhawks
I walked Pennsylvania avenue.
I never thought I'd meet a man like you;
Meet a man like you.
With auburn beard and tawny eyes;
The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through;
Lots of oil too!
And I ran, I ran to invade.
I just ran, I ran a war charade.
An Oil War crusade.
A crowd is speaking in my head;
I hear the voices tell me what to do,
Wolfowitz and Cheney too.
A barrel's price is higher still.
A Saudi Royal comes in view;
Saudi comes in view.
And I ran, I ran an oil crusade.
Next is Iran, Iran all night and day.
Our troops will pay and pay.
Reached for a war on Iran too;
It's slowly disappearing from my view;
The NIE says, "Foo!"
Still got a year to try again;
I'm floating in a dream of oil with you;
A scheme to oil with you.
And I ran, I ran my oil crusade.
And my fans, fell for my mad charade.
Sure I've got it made!
With apologies to "A Flock Of Seagulls"