Sell, Sell, Sell

The credits roll, the camera pans
And in the mist our hero stands
He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayerAn awkward pause, then whats my line?
Theres nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy whos not there?
In terms of Roman numerals
Hes IV league with Roman Polanski
Hed win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chanceHe started on the Broadway stage
A product of another age
An offer and a pilot drew him west
The series bombed, commercials came
And though nobody knew his name
They all recognized the potential he possessedDeodorants and dental floss
And how much does that new car cost
His acting was methodical in you dont need a medical
Hes branded like a racing car
Hes like a movie star with moviesThe week of independence day
The casting agent called to say
Your smile could save our movie and the worldBuy, buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell
How well you learn to not discern
Whos foe and who is friend
Well own them all in the endIt goes like this, we have no choice
The minarets, the wailing voice
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air
We choose a foreigner to hate
The new Iraq gets more irate
We really know nothing about them, and no one caresAladdin and the forty thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some gratuitous sex
A movies made, a war is won
A low-speed chase, a smoking gun
Distracts us while the actor takes the standBuy, buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell
How well you learn to not discern
Whos foe and who is friend
Well own them all in the end