Raised as a Pashtun, he’s that people’s star
A local tribal hero hailed near and far
He spent some years a’crusin’ down in Kandahar
At three was selling carpets in its bustling bazaar
Hamid, Hamid Karzai, king of the slick veneer.
In the final Cold War’s chapter, the Russkie soldiers came
Adding a new chapter to the old Afghan Great Game
Hamid joined the CIA, the failing bear to tame
And when the smoke had cleared away he’d won himself a name
Hamid, Hamid Karzai, had sights on a choice career.
When the US effort fizzled there we looked for the right man
A local guy in Kabul to confront the Taliban
Someone who spoke good English, with his own Afghani plan
To combine a fam’ly business with the country that he ran
Hamid, Hamid Kazai, the Gucci buccaneer.
The US now is facing yet another long Iraq
Even our war fighters are not happy ’bout this fact
We wish we had someone in place who had the winning knack
But since good choices here are few, Hamid’s our last fallback
Hamid, Hamid Harzai, this one won’t disappear.