Libya, Our Next War...Maybe. -- UPDATE

With great deference and respect for Julius Henry Marx, one of history's true, genius wordsmiths (and Yip Harburg, [thanks for the catch, Anon]) -- and to launch my Sixth Blogiversary Fundraiser:

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Libya oh Libya, say have you met Libya,
Libya, our next war...maybe.
Unknown rebels folks adore so,
And all that oil even more so.

Libya oh Libya, our martial ad-libia
Despoiled by Colonel Macbeth.
Beneath him's a footstool called Tripoli.
(Where he shared a few hot tubs with Berlusconi)
And from where he now murders by land, air and sea,
You can learn a lot from Libya.

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

Homicidally unbound, Muammar'll dance you around,
Like a pinata made by a Neocon.
If you squint you can see Kosovo or Granad-ee
Or Caesar crossing the Rubicon.

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

Libya oh Libya, say have you met Libya,
Libya, our next war...maybe.
When the bombs start to flyin',
That's when comes the real lyin'

Libya oh Libya, our martial ad-libia
Despoiled by Colonel Macbeth.
For a dime Billy Kristol will show you his dick
And explain what makes a Fox fascist tick
As 10 years vanish like a cheesy card trick
You can learn a lot from Libya.

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

Come along and see Newt with his ass out.
John McCain panting so hard he might pass out.
While side-kick Joe digs out his war pout.
And Beck doubles down on his freak out.

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

Republicans suddenly caring where the money goes.
Chickenhawks suddenly back on the talk shows.
Here are PNACers back rattling sabers.
Back to tossing kids 'round like flesh cabers.

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la

Libya oh Libya, our martial ad-libia
Oh Libya the champ of them all.
Where once was a Commie who French-kissed big banks
('Til Ghadaffi started killing civilians with tanks)
Now that Kenyan Usurper has risen 10 ranks
For he went and conquered Libya!

I said Libya
{He said Libya}
They said Libya
{We said Syria}
La La!

The Original, for those who have never heard it, or haven't seen it in far too long:


Update:

The"update" to this post is that a nice lady promised me candy if I hauled it out of mothballs.

And I do like candy.