Well, if the story that the Sunday tabloids are determinedly focusing upon is proved to be true, our wind turbine-hugging nuclear power-hating SecState for Energy and "Climate Change" is likely to be taken for a long, slow, leisurely drive in the not too distant future. In a Black Maria. So what song to parody by way of insertion of the boot? The Beatles' Baby You Can Drive My Car? Or how about Madness and Driving In My Car? No, what's the point. The unamended lyrics of "Drive" by The Cars are just right: -
Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call
Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who's gonna come around
When you break
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
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