Osama Yo’ Mama - Ray Stevens

Osama — yo' mama didn’t raise you right

When you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight

She should have kept you home on those Arabian nights

It’s plain to see — you need some therapy

Osama — yo' mama could have done a lot better

Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her

By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter

New York City’s where it’s from — it’s called a smart bomb

And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, «You in a heap o' trouble son

Now just look what you’ve done!

Saw you on TV with yo' gun

Mercy sakes, I can’t do a thing with ya, told ya Dubya’s gonna getcha.»

And I can just hear Dubya sayin', «You in a heap 'o trouble boy

And I don’t think you will enjoy

Our game of search and destroy

Yeah, we got your terror right here, we gonna run it up your rear.»

Osama — yo' mama didn’t teach you how to act

You’ve crossed the line too far this time, there ain’t no turnin' back

You’re startin' to remind us of another maniac

Yeah, you know who, he started World War Two

Osama — yo' mama didn’t teach you to behave

Now they say you’re hangin' with the bats in a cave

Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave

Kinda makes us remember the seventh of December

And I can hear yo' mama sayin' again, «Ooh, you in a heap o' trouble son

Now just look what you’ve done

Saw you on TV with that gun

Goodness me, I can’t do a thing with ya, told ya Dubya’s gonna getcha.»

And I can just hear Dubya sayin', «You in a heap 'o trouble boy

And I don’t think you will enjoy

Our game of search and destroy

Yeah, we got your terror right here, we gonna run it up your rear.»

Osama yo' karma’s really got you in a jam

But that’s just what you get — when you mess with Uncle Sam

Osama the Taliban is history

Nobody wants to see you startin' World War Three

Osama you know the al-Qaida won’t last

Osama, just like you, it’s future’s in the past