'Twas New York and the Pentagon
It was September by the way
Americans were in grocery stores
And the Afghanis in plains

Beware the OUSAMAWOK my president
The stolen plains
The Boeings that crash
Beware terrorists
And fear the shiny box-cutters

He took his microphone in hand
Long time since Golf War so he sought
He ran way in Air Force 1
And gave a little speech

And as his foolish speeches roared
The OUSAMAWOK with envelops
Sent anthrax through the USA
And trembled in his cave

One two one two! And through and through!
The stolen Boeings made brick a wreck
He left'em scared and with his hand
He crushed the US desk

And hast thou slain the OUSAMAWOK?
Come to my arms, my president!
Oh world war three! Callooh! Callay!
He danced then, on the bombs

'Twas New York and the Pentagon
It was September by the way
Americans were in grocery stores
And the Afghanis in plains.



(re)writen with Ayelet Saly and the help of Dan Pastor