Did Bin ever think when Bush got so mad,
He looked at our army, and he knew he was had,
By his religion of Muhammed.
He shoulda' stuck with Catholics,
Then he wouldn't be dead.
Well, I realized that our missles are heading,
To Bin Laden's summer home.
We all he is home.

Well, now Bin's in the mountains,
And he's hiding from us.
He running all the time,
"To LA or bust".
Can't wait till' we drop the bomb on him.
And we'll take care of ole' Bin, boy.
We'll take care of ole' Bin.

If we had the stiff,
Surnamed Al Gore.
Our stinking little nation probably'd be no more.
If we the time we'd just drop the bomb.
But we will take our tiome,
Just like in ole' Saigon.

Well, I need some time to get my M-16.
See ya' later, killing Afghanis.

Well, Bin's in the mountains,
And he's running away.
The pics on these sites,
Make ole' Bin look gay.
Wish we had a rifle,
Then he'd be no more,
We'll get rid of our bores, boy.
Bin Laden is such a bore.

Then one day we'll come,
And nuke that fag.
And carrying all the guns,
Will be the fad.
The Afghanis say,
That they're safe for a while,
I really like the women,
Boy, they sure got style.
And now, after the war,
The terrorists will be gone, and I'll be just a bum.
I'll be just a bum.
So I pick up a grenade and I throw at him,
And I'll laugh my butt off all day.
Cuz' that fag will blow away.

Well, Bin is in trouble and he's gonna die.
He is gonna wish he wasn't alive.
When I soon come back home I'll celebrate,
Cuz' I'll be Bin Laden's fate.
We will decide his fate.
Well, Bin's in the mountains and he getting bored.
Jerking and jacking is his daily chore.
Worshipping some one who wants to kill.
He should take a big chill pill boyz,
He should take a big chill pill.