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Verse 1 Send me a sign that you'll resign. Let me hear your grievance against what I do. Though I'm his son, it's not much fun Garbling words we've used describing you. Let's make amends, can't we be friends? Five years of not looking is a long long time To hold a mad. It makes me sad That we've not worked together, Cheney's past his prime. Refrain Where the hell are you, Osama baby? Give it up and say you're through. All my foolish fancies for Araby Surely prove I mean no harm to you. Don't be cowed by Cheney still maligning Our opponents who're in bed with you. Smile Osama dear, You have nothing more to fear. You're better than I am at what we do. Verse 2 We'll bat the breeze how Israelis Always fail to mull over affronts that some Of them perceive that they receive From other mid-East Semites as a rule of thumb. And don't ask why they blow sky high When they lose another corporal or two. Why must they be so much like me? Think how many I have killed and blamed on you. Refrain Where the hell are you, Osama baby? Give it up and say you're through. All my foolish fancies for Araby Surely prove I mean no harm to you. Don't be cowed by Cheney still maligning Our opponents who're in bed with you. Smile Osama dear, You have nothing more to fear. You're better than I am at what we do.
Music by Ernie Burnett To 'Bushie's Terrorists' |