Dashing through the sand. With a bomb strapped to my back. I've got a nasty plan. For Christmas in Iraq. I got through checkpoint A. But not through checkpoint B. That's when I got shot in the butt by the U.S. military.
Ooo, jingle bombs, jingle bombs mine blew up you see. Where are all the virgins Bin Ladin promised me. Ooo, jingle bombs jingle bombs your solders shot me dead. The only thing I have left is this towel upon my head.
I used to be a man, but every time I cough. Thanks to Uncle Sam my nuts keep falling off. My bombing days are done. I need to find some work. Perhaps it would be much safer as a convenient store night clerk.