This morning, an American
Attack comes; I see the sign
That Maliki's administration
Of this Iraq nation wants mine;

And American soldiers
Are surging to get us, I see,
So while you martyrs go fight,
I'm taking care of me;

'Cause--bolla, bolla, bolla--
I don't wanna go to Allah!
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
Screw you, Jimmy Carter!
I don't wanna be a martyr!
To Tehran I go...

Don't want no bright lights,
Shrapnel, prison, death knell;
Bush I do fear!
So, you others go and fight now--
(Yipe!) I'm outta here!

I see on Al-Jazeera,
That Hillary Clinton dhimmi,
(And Obama? And who else?)
With others tries to condemn the surge of
Soldiers that fight against me.
(You know, it's getting too hot for me, boys!)

But no matter what she does, or
Even that tight hag, Pelosi,
(What do they do, Sadr?)
It ain't worth camel's squat--
Troops are still after me!

No, bolla, bolla, bolla,
I don't wanna go to Allah!
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
Future's looking smeary
For me now, Al-Zawahiri;
To Tehran I go...

Don't need no air strikes,
Bunkers, bunker busters,
Troops I do fear!
So, you others go and fight now--
(Yipe!) I'm outta here!

These troops are so barbarous!
Even if three thousand are slain,
They fight on with unrighteous fury,
Through the Senate and House's disdain.

When they've served their whole duration
And they're back in their home town,
(What do they do, Sadr?)
They "re-up" to war,
And they come back to chase me down!

So, bolla, bolla, bolla,
I don't wanna go to Allah!
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
Pretty boy Obama,
Redeploy this* to yo' mama:
To Tehran I go...

Can't bear no court-room,
Lawyers, gallows, voyeurs,
My head on spear!
So, you others go and fight now--
(Yipe!) I'm outta here!

When the surge gets here, I am gone,
Tell them I am off to Tehran;
Iraqi nation, I'm outta here!

*Here, Sadr flips Obama the bird.