We love men. They're human bombs whenever we say when. Meanwhile we mullahs prefer men to satisfy that yearning, Avoiding that annoying I've a headache kind of spurning, Never letting on that none of them will be returning. We love men. We hate dames. They don't approve our chauvinistic aims. So that our men aren't led astray each dame must hide her bottom, And pray elsewhere while we engage in advocating Sodom. What make them think their sex is still the only one that's got 'em? Who needs dames? We love men. In heaven we'll enjoy them all again, Sharing Bush and Cheney jokes, as long as they're off color, Then later tell them their reward is to become a mullah And have eternal sex, not with virgins, but Abdullah. We love men.
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |