Its 9:00 Tuesday Morning,
The seccend plane just drove in,
People are running and screaming,
From all of this destruction,

They say "OSama you will rot in hell,
Though we don't quite know where you are,
We will rid out your cave, set your homestead a blaze,
and make you run 'till you reach Kandahar,

Crash all those planes your the taliban,
Wreck all those buildings with planes,
'cause we're gunna strike back almost instantly,
and raid you all outta your caves,

Now John's the American Taliban,
Fights with the arabs for free,
and hes dumb as a rug, but he's swift as a bug,
and there's someplace we'd rather him be,

He says "Ascroft, I believe this is killing me,"
As he dies apon all that is known,
"Well Im sure that I could be a millionare,
If I could get back to Kubol,"

Now Osama's a big time terrorist,
Never had time for a life,
and he's talking on tapes, not a moment too late,
and threatning to kill his own wife,

And Colin Powel is deminstrating attack plans,
as the taliban slowly die out,
yes their dying one by one in Afghanistan,
and it's worth laughing out loud,

Crash all those planes your the taliban,
Wreck all those buildings with planes,
'cause we're gunna strike back almost instantly,
and raid you all outta your caves,

It's a pretty bad crowd for the taliban,
Osama gives them a smile,
'cause he knows that is him we have came here to kill,
Taking lives once in a while,

And the taliban went really easy,
and Osama went down the same,
and they'd become taliban, and follow a plan,
and their killings are pretty lame

Crash all those planes your the taliban,
Wreck all those buildings with planes,
'cause we're gunna strike back almost instantly,
and raid you all outta your caves