Bin’s gone—the sickness dead.
Which sickness? The Bin sickness.
Bin’s gone—the Bin sickness is dead.
Wasted, creepy head, thug has died, out life has bled.
Bin’s gone—the Bin sickness is dead.
This dogshit will no more blow
Hot air for all his ’ho’s.
So au revoir, ho-ho,
Let’s open bubbly, sing,
Shit’s taken out.
Bin’s gone, yo-ho-ho,
Sing it high, sing it low. . .
A head blow.
The Bin sickness is dead.

The wasted Al Qaeda sickness
In the land of the treacherous dogs
Is dead, we hear, most wonderfully.

Apparently it has been verified legally
That he,
Hee-hee,
That he
Is certainly and truly
Certainly, physically
Positively, absolutely,
Undeniably and reliably dead.

And soon, we hope, they will aver
That he is truly gone, this turd. . .
That he’s not only merely dead,
He’s really most sincerely dead

This is a day of celebration
If there has been an extermination.
What great news.

Yes, let the joyous news be spread.
The sickness named Bin at last is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!