Well I don’t know where Khameni’s tonight
I’ve got a feeling that something ain’t right:
I’m so scared in case my legacy’s bare,
And I’m doubling down on despair.
Rodeo clowns to the right of me,
Jokers on the left
And I’m
Stuck in the Middle East With You.
Yes, I’m stuck in the Middle East with Jews,
And I don’t know what it is I should do;
It’s so hard to get Michelle out of my face
And I’m losing control, yeah I’m all over the place.
Rodeo clowns to the right of me,
Jokers on the left
And I’m
Stuck in the Middle East with you.
When you’ve represented nothing
And you’re proud of your country the first time;
And Iran has come a-callin’
Slap their centrifuges together and they say “Please, please. . . ”
Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see another 3 a.m. call;
(Is it cool to go to sleep on Dafur?)
‘Cause think I can fake anymore.
Without the “r”, the last word is closer to my assessment.
John “Marry Well” Kerry is who we have out there shopping for bargains??? Compared to Nantucket, anything/everything is a bargain!
I guess it’s good he goes in with low expectations. Since he’ll get nothing and give away everything, he will be so pleased with himself.
@1: Agreed. However, besides dropping the ‘r’, I’d also substitute ‘bag’ for ‘less.’
…which is sufficiently obfuscated since this is a PG-13 site and, besides, kids these days don’t read.
The soft big-headtry of low expectations.
Well I don’t know where Khameni’s tonight
I’ve got a feeling that something ain’t right:
I’m so scared in case my legacy’s bare,
And I’m doubling down on despair.
Rodeo clowns to the right of me,
Jokers on the left
And I’m
Stuck in the Middle East With You.
Yes, I’m stuck in the Middle East with Jews,
And I don’t know what it is I should do;
It’s so hard to get Michelle out of my face
And I’m losing control, yeah I’m all over the place.
Rodeo clowns to the right of me,
Jokers on the left
And I’m
Stuck in the Middle East with you.
When you’ve represented nothing
And you’re proud of your country the first time;
And Iran has come a-callin’
Slap their centrifuges together and they say “Please, please. . . ”
Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see another 3 a.m. call;
(Is it cool to go to sleep on Dafur?)
‘Cause think I can fake anymore.
Rodeo Clowns to the right of me. . . .
Whoops — the last line should read “I don’t think… ”
And I can’t believe I missed the obvious rhyme of “Natanyahu”! Feel free to insert wherever you like.