In the high rocky wastes of Afghanistan, In the cruel ‘Indu Kush or beyond– ‘Oled up with what’s left o’ the Taliban In the great, empty sprawl of ‘Elmand– In some wretched and waterless canyon, where No Yankee or Brit’s ever trodden– It’s somewhere out there we’ll discover ‘is lair, The cave of Osama bin Laden! ‘E swims like a shark in a friendly sea (Remember those sayings of Mao?) We know where ‘e’s been–where ‘e’s likely to be But we never know where ‘e is now! Way up by the borders of Pakistan, In the realm of the tribal Pashtun, There isn’t a more Gawd-forsaken land This side of the pitiless moon And it’s there that the pitiless mullahs preach Against ev’rything Western and Modern ‘Aranguin’ the solemn young fellows they teach To follow Osama bin Laden! The West, they declare, is at war with Islam Look at Palestine! Look at Iraq! ‘Tis noble to strap on a suicide bomb And die in the counterattack! The tough-minded rulers in Washington Who targeted Saddam Hussein Proclaimed the worst part of the fighting done And now are at pains to explain As conditions get bad in the slums of Baghdad And the eyes and the attitudes ‘arden. ‘Ow many Iraqis, already ‘alf mad, Now turn to the tribe of bin Laden! They all think ‘e’s Robin ‘Ood, slinkin’ away With that bloomin’ big price on ‘is ‘ead! Well, what if we catch ‘im–then what’ll they say? But what if we turn ‘im up dead? The lads in the crowd in Jalalabad Know life to be bitter and mean It’s ‘ard to believe in a lovin’ Gawd ‘Avin’ seen all they’ve seen For them, it’s jihad–a last-ditch intifada– It’s Death–and reward in the Garden Aye, what could be ‘arder to kill than a martyr –A martyred Osama bin Laden!
