Oh, he comes on like a fright,
So full of spite.
He's got a message to dread.
He's malign,
He hates Zion,
And he's dead.
He's all glowers and scowls,
Inspires their howls.
He has a book that they've read.
He's malign,
He hates Zion,
And he's dead.
He's a Shia,
He's a plum,
He waited for the twelfth imam.
He touched their hearts,
He wouldn't stop,
Ooo, when he said they'd be on top.
He was here for a spell,
Now he's in Hell.
Al Quds Day has festered and spread.
He's malign,
He hates Zion,
And he's dead...
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