When I was just a small towel-head,
I asked my mother, "what will I be?
A Hebrew killer, truck bomb driver?"
Here's what she said to me:

Hezbollah, bollah,
Whatever will be will be
The future's Allah's to see
Hezbollah, bollah

When I was a half-grown towel-head
I asked my father," What shall I do?
"Should I launch rockets, blow myself up?"
Here's what he said you do:

Hezbollah, bollah
Whatever you do kill Jews
Six dozen virgins for you
Hezbolla, bollah

Now that I'm a full grown towel-head
I asked my Imam, "how shall I pray?
Pray for dead Hebrews, dead infidels?"
Here's what he had to say:

Hezbollah, bollah
The future's not ours to see
No booze or pornography
Hezbollah, bollah