(Sung to the tune of "The Farmer and the Cowman" from Oklahoma!)
The Saudis and their oil rigs are our friends. Oh, the Saudis and their oil rigs are our friends. They can bomb us when they please, we need gas for SUVs. We're infidels, but we can make amends. Petrobusiness pals must stick together. All the guzzlers' gas tanks must be filled. We'll protect the Saudis' border While they preach we should be killed. They teach their kids the Protocols of Zion. It's jail for women if their hair is showing. They say that we're corrupt and that we're wicked. We say, "Whatever. Keep that petrol flowing." Petrobusiness pals must stick together. All the guzzlers' gas tanks must be filled. We'll protect the Saudis' border While they preach we should be killed.
Calvin Trillin(Sung to the tune of “The Farmer and the Cowman” from Oklahoma!)
The Saudis and their oil rigs are our friends. Oh, the Saudis and their oil rigs are our friends. They can bomb us when they please, we need gas for SUVs. We’re infidels, but we can make amends. Petrobusiness pals must stick together. All the guzzlers’ gas tanks must be filled. We’ll protect the Saudis’ border While they preach we should be killed. They teach their kids the Protocols of Zion. It’s jail for women if their hair is showing. They say that we’re corrupt and that we’re wicked. We say, “Whatever. Keep that petrol flowing.” Petrobusiness pals must stick together. All the guzzlers’ gas tanks must be filled. We’ll protect the Saudis’ border While they preach we should be killed.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”