Say, aren’t you a navy seal, with a truly massive hard-on

Because I’m me, who is that, Oh, Osama Bib Laden

Please don’t kill the woman, she is just my wife

As for me, do what you must. I’ve made my bones in life

Shoot me, kill me, burn my bones though little will truly change

Atrocities that others will do were always easy to arrange

Al Quaeda, like the Hydra, is not something surely dead

because you got me, at long last,  cutting off the head

Others simply take my place, my legend grows unchecked

 In my world, martyrdom is the ultimate way to earn respect.

So bury me beneath the waves, let the west sigh with relief

Celebrating my demise in the sadly mistaken belief

That my death means an end to terror, the worst is still to come

For killing me just has the effect of energizing some

Who want to show you all that withdrawal is really for the best

Leave the Muslim world alone and go back to the west.

So pull the trigger, navy seal, and let’s begin the drama

that started with those very first words. Oh, my god, Osama.