The Brotherhood has grotesque notions
That Egypt theocracy be
The Brotherhood’s gross grotesque notions
Scream “bring back horrible Hosni”

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Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back that horrible old Hosni
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back horrible Hosni

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More than grotesque are the hoods’ notions
An Islamic theocracy
Would put Egypt in reverse motion
Way back to the eighth century

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Most frightening was Hosni, still though
He wasn’t by Sharia led
With Morsi Egyptians watch billow
A flag that will bring to them dread

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The protesters caused a commotion
They said they wanted out Morsi
Quite soon those who showed that emotion
In jail, tortured, or gone will be

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A woman in Egypt will soon bank
On watching any freedoms flee
If a man is known to have kissed her
The stones will rain down heavily

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The burqas will soon have to billow
A covering from toes to head
And if women without one still go
Outside, likely they’ll end up dead

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The Brotherhood is called rabid curs
They’ll make Sharia law burgeon
Send suiciders to be martyred
Then sleep with a heap o’ virgins

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The Brotherhood’s squalling rabid curs
That Egyptiots voted in
I sure would not want to be Coptic
Because I’d be losing my skin

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The Brothers, small-minded fascist curs
If you ain’t with them it’s a sin
If I were a Christian I’d haul ass
To someplace where they’d take me in

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I’m wrong to call brothers “rabid curs”
I don’t know what I was thinkin’
I say now and I sure ain’t kiddin’
That it is way too kind I’ve been