The Taliban Song

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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 "I'm just a middleaged,
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middleeastern camel herding man
I got a little,
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 2 bedroom cave here in   North Afghanistan
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Things used to be real nice and they got out of hand when
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    they moved in

[Post-Verse]
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They call themselves the Taliban 
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Taliban baby
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[Verse 2]
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 Now I ain't seen my wife's    face since they came here
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They make her wear a scarf over her head that covers   her
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from ear to ear
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She loves the desert and the hot white sand
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But man she's just like me,
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   nah she can't stand

[Post-Verse]
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 The Taliban       Taliban ba_by__

[Chorus]
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You know someday soon we're both going to saddle up and
it'll be
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 Ride Camel Ride
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My old lady she'll be here with me,
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smiling right by my side
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We should do just fine out around Palestine or
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maybe Turkmenistan
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We'll bid a fair adieu and flip the      finger to
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the Taliban

[Post-Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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 Now they attacked New York City cause they   thought they
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could win
Said they would,
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 stand and fight until the   very bloody end
Mr.
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Bush got on the phone with Iraq and Iran and said "Now,
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Sonsofbitches you better not be doing any business with the
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Taliban"

[Verse 4]
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 So we prayed to Allah with all of our might
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Until those big U. S.
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    jets came flying one night
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They dropped little bombs all over their holy land
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And man you should have seen them    run like   rabbits,
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they ran
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the Taliban

[Chorus]
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You know someday soon we're both going to saddle up and
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it'll be
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Ride Camel Ride
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My old lady she'll be here with me,
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smiling right by my side
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We should do just fine out around Palestine or
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maybe Turkmenistan
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We'll bid a fair adieu and flip a couple   fingers to
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the Taliban

[Outro]
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 We'll bid a fair adieu and flip a big      boner to The
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Taliban
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              Taliban