You Can Call Us Al!

With apologies to rhymin' Simon:

A man struts down the street
He says, Why'd I sell out to Qatar now?
Why'd I sell out to Qatar?
It's so's I'd make a sh-tload of dough!
I've had my photo-opportunities,
I've had my shots at redemption!
Even up and won a Nobel
In a global gesture made by
Bone-headed, bone-headed,
Norwegian alarmists.
Climbed aboard my crazy train.
Mr. Flimflammer, Flimflammer,
Got my moolah close to me!
You know, I still find this stuff so lucrative, you see!

If you call me hypocrite
You won't bring down my morale.
You can call me slimy, and, blimey,
We're a twosome--
You can call us Al!...