F16's in the desert sun
Marines in the mountains and the caves
Me and Omar on the run
I think this time we won't escape.

Sold my sub gun to Afghan's son
For a razor blade and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll show it to the media as we ride.

No llores, mi Omar
Allah nos vigila
Soon the camels will take us to Tehran
Agarate de mi silla,
Soon the American will be gone

Past the Afghans ruins and the ghosts of dead people
Hoot beats like camels on the run
At night I dream of New York and its people
Then I see the Bloody face of Al Glore.

Was it me that shot down the twin towers?
Was it my hand that drove the planes?
Come, let us fly, my Omar
The dogs are barking and its time to run.

No llores, mi Omar
Allah nos vigila
Soon the camels will take us to Tehran
Agarate de mi silla,
Soon the American will be gone

At the Ayatollah palace we'll sit in the shade
And watch the American flight and die
We'll drink Mecca cola with Arafat
When the Palestinians joints in us Tehran.

Then Sadam will recite the prayers to Allah
In his hiding place some where in Iraq
I will wear a hood with an afghan flag
You'll run Qaddafi when the American attach.

The way is long but we do not fear
Already the booming has begun
The face of Allah will appear
And free the people of Tehran.

No llores, mi Omar
Allah nos vigila
Soon the camels will take us to Tehran
Agarate de mi silla,
Soon the American will be gone

Was that thunder that I heard?
It think the planes just dropped a bomb
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be we done ?

Quick, Omar, Take my gun
Look up on the hill of Afghanistan
Aim well at the Americans
We not to make to Tehran

No llores, mi Omar
Allah nos vigila
Soon the camels will take us to Tehran
Agarate de mi silla,
Soon the American will be gone
Soon will be with Allah in his castle.