Our Changing World.

As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure

I spied a young cowboy a-ridin’ along

His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling

And as he approached, he was singin' this song

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Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along little ragheads

It's your misfortune and none of my own.

Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along little ragheads

You know that Iraqville will be your new home.

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It's early in spring when we round up al-Qaedaians.

We mark 'em and brand 'em and kick all their tails

We round up the insurgents and load up the Hummers,

Then send these ragheads out on the long trail.

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Your mother was raised way down in Al Basrah,

Where nothing but goat weed and radicals grow.

We'll feed y’all up on Big Macks and cold beer

Then send all you sand fags to Guantanamo.

uh, that cowboy is in the wrong country and on the wrong animal :-\