It was Christmas eve, and all through the house,
nobody was sturring, not even a mouse,
the marines had been through here, and blown it to hell,
over fifty Taliban had indeed fell,
and what about old Bin? Did he make it alive?
Now he's in a hospital bed, trying to strive,
for his life is nearly gone, he's nearly all dead,
after George Bush and Tony pumped him full of lead,
And now he's thinkin' "golly, I hope they ain't found my riches,
coz if they had, watch out! I'll bite those sons of b-(snip)!