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Osama got run over by a reindeer
Walking out of his cave Christmas eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for we in America, we believe
He’d been blowing up too many buildings
So we said he had to go
But he hid in his cave in Afghanistan
Defiant as he was, he said, «Hell, no!»
When we found him Christmas morning
It was clear he’d been attacked
There was a note stuck to his forehead
It said, «Either give up now or we’ll go bomb Iraq!»
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Now we’re all so proud of George Bush
He’s been taking this so well
See him in the Oval Office
Knowing that Osama’s really going to Hell
It’s not Christmas with bin Laden
Nor for Saddam in Iraq
And we just can’t help but wonder
Should we go bomb Baghdad in a sneak attack?
(Bomb Iraq!)
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Now the cards are on the table
See George W. dance a jig (Ah!)
And the red, white, and blue candles
(Gore thought that the election had been rigged!)
I warned all you stinkin’ terrorists
Better watch out for yourselves!
They should not make hijacking weapons
Out of stuff that you would find upon the shelves!
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Sing it, George W.!
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