Don't Fly Me To Argentina

In order to beat the land rush on way-too-obvious song parodies about South Carolina governor Mark Sanford, here is my entry in the future Andrew Lloyd Weber musical about this farce: It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel That I still need your vote after all that I’ve done You won't re-elect me All you will see is a governor who Rejected bailout money BUT to South America I flew I had to go see her, I had to leave Told my staff I was out hiking Walking along the Appalachian Trail But I flew southbound Running around, trying to save my marriage But my wife left me anyways I kind of expected her to Don’t fly me to Argentina The truth is I have a mistress All my right wing talk My family values We’re just a crock To keep you clueless And as for presidential ambition I never got nominated Though it seems that I was on McCain’s short list I was already cheating And I resigned from the Governors Association Because I like riding my backhoe And describing your tan line Don’t fly me to Argentina The truth is I still love her All through my e-mails My bad love poems I broke my promise Now I can’t go home Have I shared too much? There’s nothing more shameful I can do But all you have to do is look at me To know that my career is through Don’t fly me to Argentina (Thrust arms up in Richard Nixon peace sign) (Curtain)