It's not everyday you hear a name like Moussa Koussa. Unless you work as a counterman during the late night shift after the bars close at a Mediterranean deli in a Midwestern city, where you hear it all the time. (True story, I mistakenly ordered some Moussa Koussa on three separate occasions last week, when attempting to get: 1) Moroccan couscous 2) chocolate mousse, and 3) a glass of Man-O-Mangoberry Kool Aid).
In a just world, Americans would never have to be bothered with hearing about the Libyan Foreign Minister Moussa Kousa. But in the Age of Obama, we're bombing Mousa Koussa's Libyan regime. And now we're threatening to bomb the rebels fighting against the Libyan regime. Like it or not, we're intimately involved in the world of Moussa Koussa. So his defection to London is above the fold news and there ain't nothing we can do about that.
Except perhaps, ROCK OUT.
The first and only thing that comes to mind when I hear Moussa Koussa is the Night Ranger classic hit, Sister Christian. Maybe it's the rhyming thing (sorta, Night Ranger did the best they could I'm sure). Maybe it's the syllable count and emphases. Maybe it's the 80's nostalgia (I seem to remember Moussa Koussa was one of MTV's original 5 veejays).
Whatever the reason, the man's escape from Libya and defection to the West deserves it's own musical tribute. To the tune of Sister Christian, I present, Moussa Koussa
Mousa Kousa
Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say O.K.
Where you going
What you looking for
You know those boys
Don't want to play no more with you
It's true
You're motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
Babe you know
You're growing up so fast
And mama's worrying
That you won't last
To say let's play
Moussa Koussa
There's so much in life don't you give it up
Before your time is due
It's true
It's true yeah
Motoring
What's your price for flight
You've got him in your sight
And driving thru the night
Motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
Motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
(repeat)
Moussa Koussa
Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say O.K.
But you're motoring
You're motoring
The great thing about this parody is that none of the lyrics needed to be changed, other than the name. And yet it still makes perfect sense! In fact, I would argue the song makes far MORE sense sung about Moussa Koussa than the cryptic "Sister Christian". Who is she, the narrator's sister? Was she a nun? What is motoring and why is she doing it? On the other hand, we know Moussa Koussa, we know what motoring means (defecting) and we know why he's doing it. We know the boys who won't play with him no more (A-Queda backed rebels). And we know who Mr. Right is (Obama).
It's brilliant stuff. And the coincidences are astounding. I wouldn't be surprised to see this rise in conspiracy stature to the level of the Pink Floyd/Wizard of Oz phenomenon. At the very least, I hope to see the dudes from Night Ranger on Fox News Sunday or This Week With Christiane Amanpour this weekend, providing some expert commentary. They could use the work.
