A WHITER SHADE OF 'FAIL'

(With apologies to Procol Harum and none whatsoever to Senator Edward Kennedy whose recent partisan drivel demonstrates that he remains mentally stuck in the late 1960's, the time of his greatest quagmire)

He skipped the light fandango
And forgot to call the cops
He was feeling kind of seasick
So he pulled out all the stops
Now he's an aging senator
Who still comes out to play
When he calls out for another drink
The waiter brings a tray

And so it was that later
In the senate--not in jail;
That his face already jowly,
Turned a whiter shade of "fail"

He says there is no reason
For George Bush to win Iraq,
Cause it could badly hurt his party
And the Dems would get the sack...
Ted's a priest of holy failure
And he worships at its spring;
And although his eyes are open
He just never sees a thing.

And so it was that later
In the senate, not in jail;
That his face already jowly,
Turned a whiter shade of "fail"