Barenaked Ladies

The credits roll, the camera pans
And in the mist our hero stands
He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer
An awkward pause, then what's my line?
There's nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there?
In terms of Roman numerals, He's IV league with Roman Polanski
He'd win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chance he
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 possessed
Deodorants and dental floss and how much does that new car cost
His acting was methodical in “You Don't Need A Medical”
He's branded like a racing car, he's like a movie star with movies
The week of Independence Day
The casting agent called to say
Your smile could save our movie and the world
Buy, buy, buy, buy
Sell, sell, sell
How well you learn to
Not discern who's
Foe and who is
Friend, we'll own them
all in the end
It 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 cares
Aladdin and the forty thieves enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up with some gratuitous sex
A movie's made, a war is won
A low-speed chase, a smoking gun
Distracts us while the actor takes the stand
Buy, buy, buy, buy
Sell, sell, sell
How well you learn to
Not discern who's
Foe and who is
Friend, we'll own them
all in the end