Bent on mediocre moderation,
I headed for the middle
but I wound up heading east
far east
but I wound up in the middle
in the middle of the far east and the middle east
singing my new theme song
to the tune of "Graceland"
I'm going to Islamabad, Islamabad, Islamabad Pak-i-stan...
I'm going to Islamabad....
And when I got there
I met this ... guy
Islamabad man
He was rude
He abused his wife
He kicked his dog
He kicked his neighbor's children
He abused his neighbor's children's dog
He shot his neighbor's children's dog's wife
He stole his own bible
He ate B.F. Skinner's lunch
then acted like it never happened
He showed up for my blind date
pretending to be me
He ate her dinner and roller-skated over her feet
then dumped her for Barbara Streisand's grandmother
Obviously he deserved a beating
well, except for the Barbara Streisand part anyway
and I was happy to oblige
I slam a bad man
Well, I always did see the world in black and white
Problem is, I perceive white as black and vicey-versey
Yabba dabba doo
Yabba dabba doo
Rock the casbah
Ooooooooohhhh yeah.
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