Song for Swingin' Kafirs

Those 'splosives down their pants.
Those kooky imam rants
That make 'em take a chance--
It's jee-had.

And there is no defence for it.
When P.C. spin commences it
Drives out all common sense PDQ.

'Cause it's jee-had.
Just a jee-had.
And although some go, "It's strictly taboo."

When they arouse a need precise--
A need to shtup in Paradise--
We'll bleed; indeed, that's what we will do.

It's a Medieval trope.
Can we escape it? Nope.
No hope that it's all over soon.