*i really do, got tuh wonder. but then again...we be talkin bout a crazy sitchee-ashun!
(don't you just love the south?)
aml...k

Here I iz in my pajama's
Thinkin bout a womans plight
I wunder if that fellers mama
Ever really thunked him right

Ya know it's got tuh be dis-pleasin
Know'd how bad yur yungin's been
Tain't nuthin here,us folks are sneazin
Cuz we sure is glad, he ain't our kin

One thang's fer sure, if mama caught him
He'd be wishin he wuz dead
She'd cuss so loud, his head would swim
Drug by thuh ear, to the old wood shed

That thar razor strap can dapple
E'en the tuffest porkers hide
I wunst seen Ma peel an apple
And cut it twixt, on eether side

Now, I wud reckon, that ole boy
Wud neery run his mouth
If'n he wuz razed by a backwoods mama
Ri-cheer, down in the South

So, I got tuh figger, poor Osama
Got one of two things, left him lite
He's either got a heartbroke mama
Or, like her yungin...jist ain't right

I'll venture jist a might step further
Since Ben-Laden ain't no friend
I thank thar whole fam-damnly
Took the long ways round the bend!