I’ve been bowling forever,
And I set the very first pin.
I put the lanes and ball returns together,
I am pin boy, and Iraq the pins.

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Iraq the pins for Baghdad Bowl, I do.
Iraq the pins, that is, there’s only two.
Iraq the pins that make the bowlers cry.
Iraq the pins, Iraq the pins.

My lane survived the onslaught,
And I saved the only ten-pound ball.
Now, as you approach your first shot,
You’ll see a max of two can fall.

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Oh my pins, a second glance,
Awakens you from your sullen trance.
And I remember when there were many more.

Pins filled the lane,
But things have gotten insane.
Pins for me, pins for you,
Pins for you, pins for me,
It’s a Middle East catastrophe.

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I am pin boy, and Iraq the pins.