A political pop song
Michael Jost, production
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A song about John Walker, American Taliban
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It’s 2 AM in the morning and Mazeree Sheriff is on fire
And what? With no forewarning
Was this your desire Johnny Walker?
So, Excuse me Mr. al quaeda, but please don’t shave my beard
Mr. Hubbard sent me into the desert until I’m clear
It’s 3 AM in the morning in John Ashcroft’s study
He swears that he saw this coming
While he fondles his silly putty
So, excuse me Mr. Spielburgh, but I don’t believe in Jaws
Could you pass me some more of your popcorn until he’s gone?
Little Johnies, it’s little Johnies jihad, he wrote a fatwah,
He needs a jihad
Little Johnny is uptight man he needs a jihad
It’s 4 AM in the morning, and the Taliban are hiding
The CIA is searching
As we carpet-bomb their poppies
So, excuse me Mr. Bin Laden, but could you show me to your cave
Cuz the bunker busters will keep on falling
Let me in and I’ll be your favorite slave
Excuse me Mr. Bin Laden, but you’ve been naughty,
and kinda obsolete
Little Johnies, it’s little Johnies jihad,
he wrote a fatwah, He needs a jihad
Little Johnny is uptight man he needs a jihad
It’s 5 AM in the morning
So, excuse me Mr. Bush
but could you set my passport straight
My father came out of the closet
And I can still barely masturbate
Excuse me Mr. Bush, but you’ve been lazy,
and kinda shady
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