[On the CB]
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Sheik. You gotta copy on me, Kebab Stand, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Kebab Stand, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's clean clear to Infidel Town, c'mon. Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Kebab Stand, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a jihad
Was the dark of the moon on the fifteenth of July
In a Kenworth pullin' grenades
Cab-over Ahmad with a hookah on
With a grill covered in French maids
We is headin' for heretics along the roads
'Bout a mile outta Nice, France
I says, "Kebab Stand, this here's the Rubber Sheik.
"And I'm about to make these infidels dance."
[Chorus]
Cause we got a little old jihad
Rockin' through the crowd.
Yeah, we got a little old jihad,
And the screams are so darn loud.
Come on and join our jihad
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' jihad
'Cross the EU today.
Jihad!
[On the CB]
Ah, breaker, Kebab Stand, this here's the Sheik. And, you wanna back off them infidels? Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. Ten, roger. Them infidels is gettin' in-tense up here.
By the time we got into the crowd,
We had eighty-four dead in all.
Them Frenchmen cloggin' up the street,
Their bodies wall-to-wall.
Yeah, them frog husks thick as bugs on a bumper;
I turned them all into tar!
I says, "Callin' all Muds, this here's the Sheik.
"Allahu Ackbar."