The recent abhorrence in Moscow got me thinking about Victoria Nuland for some reason. That face, that inability to let go of a lifetime of seething hatred for all things ‘other’.
Here is a song for you Victoria, should in some parallel universe you happen to wake up to your sociopathy and stumble upon this treasure trove of redemption.
Know that we watch you and all your associates, we will remember and you will not forget.
Cue the music…
I’m just a gigolo (gigolo) and everywhere I go (gigolo)
People know the part I’m playing (gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo)
Paid for every dance (gigolo), selling each romance (gigolo)
Oh, what they’re saying? (Gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo)
There will come a day, and youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know those were just a gigolo’s
Life goes on without me
'Cause I ain’t got nobody
Oh, and there’s nobody that cares for me
There’s nobody that cares for me
I’m so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won’t some sweet mama come and take a chance with me?
'Cause I ain’t so bad, then
And I’ll sing them
Pretty love song
All of the time
She will only be, only be
I ain’t got nobody
Oh, and there’s nobody that cares for me
There’s nobody that cares for me
Nobody that cares for me, nobody that cares for me
I ain’t got nobody
Nobody, nobody that cares for me
There’s nobody that cares for me
I’m so sad and lonely, oh, lonely, oh, lonely, lonely, lonely
Won’t some sweet mama come and rescue me?
'Cause I ain’t so bad