Afgahni's in the air
On board Flight 34
Afgahni's in the air
They want to start a damn war
And the Yanks dont know where to find him
He's hiding in some dark caves
Those crazy afghani bastards
They are all Osama's slaves

I was sittin in my chair
When i heard a real loud roar
A dark shadow came
I looked outside and saw
A jumbo jet comin straight for me
Busted through my front door
I thought to my self Osama
Youve got yourself a war

Afgahni's in the air
Afgahni's in the air

Now Osama runs
Where he is nobody knows
He has given us some threats
And some evil videos
George Bush the US President
Just doesnt know what to do
He tells us he'll fix everything
Osama they're all after you

Afgahni's everywhere
Everywhere I look around
Osama's hard to find
He is nowhere to be found
With their long white and bushy beards
All of them look the same
It is like we are playing wheres wally
That impossible finding game

Afgahni's in the air
Afgahni's in the air

Afgahni's in the air
Afgahni's in the air

By Rye Smith and Adriano Carbone
Copyright 16th December 2002