Twas the night before Christmas and all
through the land,
They're running like rabbits in Afghanistan,
Osama's been praying, he's down on his knees,
He's hoping that Allah will hear all his
pleas.
He thought if he killed us that we'd fall and shatter,
But all that he'd done is just make us
madder.
We ain't yet forgotten out Marines in Beirut,
And we'll kick your butt, with one heavy
boot.
And yes we remember the USS Cole,
And the lives of our sailors that you
bastards stole.
You think you can rule us and cause us to fear,
You'll soon get the answer if you live to
hear.
And we ain't forgotten your buddy Saddam,
And he ain't forgotten the sound of our
bombs.
You think that those mountains are somewhere
to hide.
They'll go down in history as the place
where you died.
Remember Khadafi and his Line of Death?
He came very close to his final breath.
So come out and prove it, that you are a
man,
Cause our boys are coming and they have a
plan.
They are our fathers and they are our sons,
And they sure do carry some mighty big guns.
They would have stayed home with children
and wives,
Till you bastards came here and took all
these lives.
Osama I wrote this especially for you,
For air mail delivery by B-52.
You soon will be hearing a thud and a
whistle,
Old Glory is coming, attached to a missle.
I will not be sorry to see your ass go.
It's Red, White, and Blue that us running
this show.
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