on wings of darkness

Nightfall in Iran.
An odd peace has descended on the rooftops of old Teheran.
The Presidential Palace is bathed in the orange glow of streetlamps.
Faint is the sighing of traffic from the street.
President Ahmed Ahmadinejad stands alone in his plush red curtained office.
Time itself stands with him.
It is the hour of decision.
Destiny is deciding.
Suddenly...
President Ahmadinejad throws a hand in the air and thrusts out his hips at a rakish angle. He is like Johnny Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.
He begins to dance.
He sings:
"Whether you're a Mahdi,
Or just a Jihadi,
We're keeping our nukes,
Keeping our nukes.
People say we're crazy,
Nearly every other day,
But we're keepin' our nukes,
Keepin' our nukes.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Keeping our nukes,
Keeping our nukes,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Keeping our nukes.
Ahhhaaaaaaaaaaah.
Yes, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a Jihad man, no time to talk.
You might think I'm really bad
Cos my name's Ahmadinejad.
But's it's alright,
It's okay,
The UN will look the other way.
We'll drop the bomb,
Israel be gone.
And I will still be singing this song.
Whether you're a Mahdi
Or just a Jihadi
We'll nuke the world,
Nuke the world.
People say I'm crazy,
Every other day,
But we'll nuke the world,
Nuke the world.
Ah ha ah ah ah.
Nuke the world.
I've got the UN in my pocket,
And the Russians in my locket,
Nuke the world,
Nuke the world,
I'm doing a rap,
And Israel's off the map,
Nuke the world,
Nuke the world,
Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."