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Song Parodies -> "Evil Doers, Go Away"
Original Song Title:
"Evil Ways"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Santana
Parody Song Title:
"Evil Doers, Go Away"
Parody Written by:
William Tong
The Lyrics
(As sung by Dubya to the Taliban:)
(instrumental intro)
Hey, evil doers, go away... okay?
Or I'll have to continue bombing you.
You've got to change... okay?
Helping Bin Laden is what you will rue.
We'll have you running, and fleeing Afghanistan.
And as I'm speaking, we're tweaking your nose, Taliban.
War will go on...
No prisoner exchange!
We'll bomb your homes... each day.
And in the dark, you'll starve in the cold.
Our bombs rain down... each day.
You'll scream and moan, "What the hell'd we do?"
We're getting tired of waiting, and fooling around.
If I kill people, then I won't feel like a clown.
War will go on...
No prisoner exchange!
(long instrumental break)
We'll bomb your homes... each day.
And in the dark, you'll starve in the cold
Our bombs rain down... each day.
You'll scream and moan, "What the hell'd we do?"
We're getting tired of waiting, and fooling around.
If I kill people, then I won't feel like a clown.
War will go on...
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(instrumental fade)
Hey, evil doers, go away... okay?
Or I'll have to continue bombing you.
You've got to change... okay?
Helping Bin Laden is what you will rue.
We'll have you running, and fleeing Afghanistan.
And as I'm speaking, we're tweaking your nose, Taliban.
War will go on...
No prisoner exchange!
We'll bomb your homes... each day.
And in the dark, you'll starve in the cold.
Our bombs rain down... each day.
You'll scream and moan, "What the hell'd we do?"
We're getting tired of waiting, and fooling around.
If I kill people, then I won't feel like a clown.
War will go on...
No prisoner exchange!
(long instrumental break)
We'll bomb your homes... each day.
And in the dark, you'll starve in the cold
Our bombs rain down... each day.
You'll scream and moan, "What the hell'd we do?"
We're getting tired of waiting, and fooling around.
If I kill people, then I won't feel like a clown.
War will go on...
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(instrumental fade)
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