The mirror/Amerigo
14 January, 2008

I wrote this a year ago. With the world totally fed up with the USA and Bush's hijinks, I figured that a song supporting the news that China will soon be the new fatboy on the block could be a huge hit. So I started work on writing that hit song (and I gotta get it done before Bush leaves office, and a possible breeze of international good will wafts over Washington). Here it is:

When I first saw you dancing with Natasha
you had it all, I had to have ya.
You were hip, you were jazz.
Pollock's eyes, Brando's stares.
You were full of ideas, and full of inventions.
... conventions.

[Chorus:]
Amerigo, I loved you so
but now it's time for you to go. [I've packed my bags, It's time to go]
Your taut muscles have turned to flab.
Your cool talk has turned to gab.
Now you'll have the mirror all to yourself.

You try to stay in fashion drinking Golden Retriever [some hip new beer]
Then back home with a Code watching "Leave it to Beaver"
If you really quit smoking, why's your breathe like car exhaust?
You did Yoga, and Kamalinddina, and ...
...
...

Chorus

I've got a new boyfriend now, half Thai half Hungarian.
A real sex machine, not a sexagenarian.
He a football star, that's soccer to you.
He takes time to relax, can even eat sitting down.
With you I saw the future, now I only see the past.
... what's for breakfast.

Chorus, with the last line about the mirror repeated ad nauseum, until people just can't get it out of their heads.