Posted on 09/22/2001 6:14:09 PM PDT by Billy_bob_bob
Here is a little something I whipped up. I'm sure you all know how the music goes.
Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda,
Here I am in Camp Osama
We are here to bring him tidings,
If we can figure out just where he's hiding.
We've got tankers, we've got funnels
to pour napalm down his tunnels
We'll ignite them while they're dreaming
Then launch missiles that can home in on their screaming.
Do you remember Saddam Hussein?
When on Kuwait he laid his claim?
We came over and kicked his a$$
Now we're gonna turn Afghanistan into glass!
Didn't want to fight some dumb war,
Since we're in it, let's run up the score!
To the victor goes the spoils,
Might as well stick around and keep all the oil!
Bravo! I love this line.
Hello Mudda!
Hello Fadda!
Well we captured
Mad Osama
Now we gotta
Have a trial
And they say we won't be thru for quite a while
Oh we really
Should have hung him
Cause his lawyers,
they just sprung him
Things are surely
Out of handa
All because we didn't read him his Miranda.
I LOVE IT!!!!! ROFLMAO!!!!
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at Camp Granada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.
I went hiking with Joe Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.
How I don't want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party.
Take me home, oh muddah, faddah
Take me home, I hate Granada
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home I promise I will not make noise
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please don't make me stay
I've been here one whole day.
Dearest faddah, darling muddah,
How's my precious little bruddah
Let me come home, if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.
Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's better
Muddah, faddah kindly disregard this letter.
Hello mullah, hello Fatah,
Here I am at Intifada,
Take this message to my bosses
Go tell Israel we're quitting this peace process!
I was hoping I could take you
News of major Mideast breakthrough,
But we're hardly even able
To agree on shape of Mideast conference table.
I said, "Swine! That book you throw is a lot like mine,
Tomorrow I'll go on Night-line,
Where you are gonna hear, Samir,
Get hit with some shiiiiii-i-i-i-te."(Long, drawn out, sounds kinda like a prayer call from a minaret)
They said "Dogface! How is Yasser?"
I said "Slimeball! Give us Gaza!"
They said "Beebrain, stop your squawking."
Mr. Baker said, "It's so nice that you're talking!"
-Lyrics by the Capitol Steps, copyright 1992.
Hey Osama!
At your urgins'
I bombed New York
But there's no virgins!
There's no girl here
Like what we know
But I think I caught a glimpse of Janet Reno!
I expected
A svelte posie
Not some gal who
Look like Rosie!
I'm so sorry.
I'm repentin'
Oh Great Allah! They just sent in H R Clinton!
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