One, two, three, more,
One, two, three, more,

In hate seen, more mean than just a little bit,
A throng of burning jackers downed the Towers in a blip,
We took a little achin', then we sent out our marines,
And we caught some bloody terrorists around their war machines.

Required our sons to give then such a drubbin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago,
We're mired in war and our enemy is cunning,
Those killers we just shipped them to the bay, Guantanamo.

We'd look down and shiver as we'd see the brutes and scum,
And there must have been a thousand of 'em, pleading they were dumb,
They kept their lie and they didn't say a thing,
We stood beside the prison cells and tried to make 'em sing.

We hired our sons and the military's comin',
There wasn't quite as many as we need at old Gitmo,
We're mired in war and our enemy is cunning,
Detainees we just shipped them to the bay, Guantanamo.

Obama said we could take the prison guys,
If we didn't try to rush it, we could move 'em and then fly,
Across the sea to a U.S. prison cell,
Then he opened up the Congress talks and many gave him . . . well,

We hired our sons and the military's comin',
There wasn't quite as many as we need at old Gitmo,
We're mired in war and our enemy is cunning,
Detainees we just shipped them to the bay, Guantanamo.

Yeah, he ran into criers and the Congress was in shambles,
And no one heard the Bush's who were down in old Plano,
They ran so fast from the housing of bad men,
Around the place to ship them when they close Guantanamo.

They tried to plan and told the world, "not my town",
Then they grabbed a newsman later and they talked him to the ground,
They filled his head with spam and stallls and loudly to remind,
"Detainees, much to my surprise, in my town you won't find."

They hired big guns and the blather kept a-comin',
There was almost twice as many as there was awhile ago,
Inspired once more, their mouths began a-runnin',
On where to ship the bad men when they close Guantanamo.