(Horse With No Name - America)

In the aftermath of the jihad

We were looking for lowlife scum
There were bombs and guns
In caves and things

But Osama must have sprouted some wings

The next thing we saw was a videotape

And the proof
It left no doubt
The heat was hot

But the trails been cold
And Bin-Laden has not been fun


He could be ridin' through the desert
On a horse with Hussein
It felt good to get out of the caves

In the desert you can make up a fake name
And there ain't no bombs
For to give you no pain


With his beard shaved
In the desert sun

Osama begins to turn to red
In the sun's rays
You know It ain't no fun

He's gonna need a another towel for his head
Some Groucho Marx glasses
And a nose that sticks out

Is the perfect disguise
It's been said
Avoid the city life

And don't make a sound
Or the Marines will fill you with lead


He could be ridin' through the desert
On a horse with Hussein
It felt good to get out of the caves

In the desert you can make up a fake name
And there ain't no bombs
For to give you no pain