Warning For Obama

In a karaoke bar in Basra
A drifter stalks the mic.
He’s just blown in from the Holy land
Where they are trading like for like

He sings a breezy ballad
On a withering lovely day
With a dose of heavy religion
He found along the way

He used to be the champion
But actions define the man
He used to be the golden boy
In his fairy Blairy land

He had opinions on everything
From the far left to the Middle East
But now he’s kissed the Pontiff’s ring
The Hallelujah’s have increased

His lament is mournful preaching
Interspersed with love
He’s toying with sincerity
Strokes us with kid gloves

He’s left us in the Brown stuff
Treading through the mire
Now he sings in premonitions
He says this wheel’s on fire

Now everything’s Obama
Hussein’s a pretty name
Yes everything is Obama
Is he carrying our flame?

As we try to shift the axis
Cynics re-write pages
Everyone is switching sides
The truth delivered on stages

And the drifter sings like Blunt
No three wise men in sight
And heartbreak soul is the new rock and roll
Now Dubya has taken flight

And everything’s Obama
Hussein’s a poetic name
Yes everything’s Obama
He is carrying our flame

Now there’s a kind of hush
On the Hindu Kush
Are we holding back the years?
Are we proving Darwin’s theory?
With these games without frontiers?

And the drifter punches high notes
Milks lukewarm adulation
Walks away from his own melee
Like a man without a nation.

And everything’s Obama
Hussein’s a poetic name
Yes everything’s Obama
Different ball, same old game.