Yes sir, the man is dead
The terrorists have lost their head
Hey, Yasser Arafat is dead
Wake up, you sleepyhead
Rub your eyes, get out of bed
Hey, Yasser Arafat is dead
He's gone where embezzlers go
Below, below, below
Yes sir, he siphoned foreign aid
Much to his wife gave
Suha, the lucky gal
She lived high, we lived low
Tell Iblis that Arafat is dead

As mayor of all Paris city
In the capital of all of France
I welcome you most régalment
But we've got to verify it légalment
To see, to see
If he, if he
Is morally, ethically
Spiritually, physically
Positively, absolutely
Undeniably and reliably dead

As coroner, my haverim,
I thoroughly examined him
And he's not only rumored dead
He's really, beyond humor, dead
Then this is a day of new beginning
For all Isrealis, and Palestinians
For many
Yes, let the solemn news be spread
The evil old man at last is dead
Hey!

(repeat first verse)