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MR. TAMBOURINE MAN
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.
Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship,
And my senses have been stripped,
And my hands can't feel to grip,
And my toes too numb to step,
Waiting only for my boot heels to be wandering.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise I'll go under it.
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and nobody cares where I'm going to.
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following.
Take me disappearing down the smoke rings of my mind,
Through the foggy ruins of time, down past the frightened leaves,
And the lifeless frozen trees, way down to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
I wanna dance beneath the diamond sky,
With one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Please let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and nobody knows where I'm going to.
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following.
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MR. TALIBAN MAN
Hey mister Taliban man, give Bin Laden to me now,
Or we'll blow Afghanistan into a parking lot.
Hey mister Taliban man, go close them training camps,
For the World Trade Center/Pentagon jets, you'll rot.
Hey mister Taliban man, from Kabul to Jalalabad,
We fight to finish foes off, no negotiation.
Hey mister Taliban man, from Kandahar to Mazar-e-Sharif,
Enjoy my Stealth Bomber power to flatten your damn nation.
September eleven, Ground Zero, New York. Twisted twin-towers
implode,
Get the slimy moneybags moral pygmy! Wanted live or dead.
My missiles dip, targeting one-eyed Mullah Omar,
In deep, deep doo-doo, many mujihadeen lemmings fled.
Biological, chemical warfare? Funny white powder in my post?
Shame on you! Pinching food from dying Afghan masses!
Hey, no-one frightens America. My ground troops? Going in!
Yep, we've got air superiority, time to go whip yo' frigging
asses!
In downtown Manhattan, new hopes, one tremendous unity;
N.Y.P.D... firemen... fine heroes, left feeling the pain so long.
Pure grief, weeping, crying... memories, they come and go,
The mood, my enemy? You're deemed wrong, plain wrong.
Hey mister Taliban man, we'd boot you up the Khyber Pass,
The world's on my side, Northern Alliance men too.
Run, mystery Taliban man, get Osama from his cave for me,
Else in the jihad-jangly morning we'll come get you.
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