down in the iraqi town ol al Basrah,
I fell in love with an iraqi girl
night time would find me bombing the soldiers,
but every day, I'd play with her curls

black as two pearls were the eyes of this lady,
skin was so clean from her pack made of mud
I would get randy, then sometimes just maybe,
drive into her like an incoming scud

one night a big fedayeen came by
stank like a landfill wind
dashing and weaving, I thought he was leaving
with my new iraqi, the girl that I loved
so in anger,

I squashed his guts with an army suburban,
right over top of him I did go
broke all his bones, and unravelled his turban
hope he's a martyr now, nothing was left

it's been so long now since I've seen my Iraqi
my unit scrambled, and maybe she's dead

I am on the hill overlooking al Basrah,
lobbing grenades on the people below
shouting and shooting, cause they'll never catch me
she had blue eyes now, one blew out the door

off to my right I see armoured divisions
off to my left, a dozen each side
don't want my wife to ask who is this baby?
have to use bombs cause the rabbit, he died...

something is dreadfully wrong cause I feel
a deep burning guilt inside
though I had fun while I rode in her saddle,
just like a moped, a discretion ride
but my love for

iraqis is strong, and I rise when they're callin
better than slavics, these chicks are the best
then watch the white puff of smoke from my gunner
this one died too, so I have to yell "next!"

from out of nowhere, that first one she found me,
kissing my cheek as she knelt by my side
telling me soon that she'll need palimony,
gives a new meaning to a one way ride..