'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land, they're running like rabbits in Afghanistan.
Osama's been praying, he's down on his knees, he's hoping that Allah will hear all his pleas.
He thought if he killed us that we'd fall and shatter, but all that he's done is just make us madder.
We ain't yet forgotten our Marines in Beirut, and we'll kick your butt, with one heavy boot.
And yes, we remember the USS Cole, and the lives of our sailors that you bastards stole.
You think you can rule us and cause us to fear, you'll soon get the answer if you live long enough to hear.
And we haven't forgotten your good buddy Saddam, and he hasen't forgotten the sound of our bombs.
You think that those mountains are somewhere to hide, they'll go down in history as the place where you died.
Remember Khadhafi and his Line of Death? He came very close, to his final Breath.
So come out and prove to us, that you are a man, cause our boys are coming and they have a plan.
They are our fathers, and they are our sons, and they sure do carry some mighty big guns.
They all would have stayed home with the children and wives, till you bastards came here and took all these lives.
Osama I wrote this especially for you, for air mail delivery by B-52.
You soon will be hearing a thud and a whistle, 'Old Glory' is coming, attached to a missile.
I will not be sorry to see your ass go, It's Red, White, and Blue that is running this show.
