Osama was a rag-top mad man, bombing was his favorite rave,
He fell into a heap of trouble and went hiding in a cave,
O-sama........ ah, ran away and tried not to let it show,
Cause he don't know just where the hell to go

He strapped a gun to his shoulder and wore a towel around his head,
Tried to screw with Uncle Sam and now the whole world wants him dead,
O-sama............ ah, ran away like a spaniard in a raid,
Now he's tellin us he ain't afraid

Now tell me osama just what were you thinkin?
Now tell me osama just what the hell have you been drinkin?
Is it any wonder that your face is red?
Osama, the whole world wants your head.

Osama was a busy rag top, never got no sleep,
Just ran around every night, chasing lonely sheep,
O-sama....... ah, ran away and never showed a sign,
Now, osama, your sorry ass is mine!

Then one day 'ol Dubya, said he had enough,
And sent his men overseas to have that rag top snuffed,
O-sama........ ah, got blown away into smitherines,
It'll teach him to mess with the Marines, (and all the rest!)

Now osama, got cut down to his prime,
Cause now he can blow his nose and wipe his ass at the same time,
Is it any wonder, that his face was red?
Osama, he done lost his head.