Assuming Señor Dan Senor gets Scotty's old job, and since everybody is so musical today, I've prepared a little song of my own:
Señor Senor, do you know where the USA is headin'?I am enabling comments - let me know if you have some other good song links.
Tehran or Armageddon?
Seems like we've been down this road before.
Do you know the truth, Dan Senor?
Señor Senor, do you know where Cheney is hidin'?
How long can Bush keep lyin'?
How long before he shows Rumsfeld out the door?
Are you comfortable in the job yet, Dan Senor?
There's a wicked war still wagin' on that aircraft carrier deck,
There's a microphone still hanging down from around your neck.
There's a press corps still waitin' on the White House lawn
Where the lies about the Iraq War were all still-born.
Señor Senor, are they circling their wagons,
Citing WMDs and dragons?
Can't stand the hypocrisy anymore.
Can you tell me who's resigning, Dan Senor?
Well, the last thing I remember before the White House reeled
Was that roomful of neocons bogged down in a foreign field.
An ex-President from the Carlyle Group with a strange skull ring
Said, "Son, this ain't a cocaine trip now, it's the real thing."
Señor Senor, you know their heads are as thick as leather.
Well take a minute, pull yourself together.
Come on now, pick yourself up off the floor...
We're ready when you are, Dan Senor.
Señor Senor, what was written in those cables?
Show us the figures in those tables.
These lies don't make sense to us no more.
What the hell are you waiting for, Dan Senor?