Come a listen to my story 'bout a man named Abdul,
his brother was a unik, he hasent got a tool,
then one day they were scuddin' out some Jews,
& up from the ground come a bubblin' crude.
"oil "dat" is, Teran tea, Kuwaitie cool-aid, Baghdad Bubblie.

Well next thing you know Abduls a billionaire,
kin folks said:"Abdul", move away from there.
'said californie is a place you aughtta be,
buy a seven-eleven youre a Pakastanie!

He's got a rolex on his arm and a towel upon his head.
A fleet of Rolls-Royces, seven wives are in his bed.
(must be from Utah)
then one day Salmon Rushdy wrote a verse,
now Abdul wants to get him in a herse.
("dead dat is, we want to slit his throat, yes")

Theres a moral to my story but im not sure where its at.
They used to ride on camels, but now they're sitting fat.
They got all the money, but they havent got a brain,
'cause they pick a stupid leader like Saddam Insane.