I want to grow up to be a bomb
I want to be a star of martyrdom
And kill as many infidels as I can
'Cause when my brains go West and my teeth go East
And my arms and legs are scattered round the streets
I know that I'll be going to the promised land
Allah is gonna fulfil all my desires
There'll be beautiful girls singing to me in choirs
Whatever I want is gonna be mine
Plates of dates and plenty of wine
Yes I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
Well the West has no morality
Just look at those girls on MTV
It's enough to make a good Muslim boy go mad
And with the US troops in the land of the prophet
And all over Iraq - well someone's got to stop it
So I'm taking basic training for turning into shish-kebab
Step One: Grab the pack and put your finger on the button
Step Two: Find a place where the crowd is really buzzin'
Then whenever you reckon you can kill the most
You shout: « God is great! » and turn 'em all to toast
Yes I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
My Mum's really gonna think I'm great
She'll invite all the neighbours to celebrate
They'll gaze with pride at my picture on the wall
There'll be a thank you note from the Hezbollah
A pile of cash and a brand new car
And all I've gotta do is answer the call.
And I want my Dad to know that I can do it
So for once he can be proud to say I blew it
That's why I'm fixing my eyes on the glittering prize
And blowing myself to paradise
Yes, I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
And there's another thing that's on my mind
And that's driving the Jews out of Palestine
And getting back the land that belonged to my family
'Cause now it's covered with a housing estate
Getting it back would really be great
We could cash it all in and emigrate to Germany..
Yes killing myself will make Allah so happy
There'll be a Penthouse suite in paradise for me
Whatever I want is gonna be mine
Beautiful girls and rivers of wine
Yes I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
Now everybody's doing it and I'm so glad
From London to Bali - Madrid to Baghdad
And that New York thing - that was the greatest hit of all time.
And if a few of the faithful get caught in the blast
They're the lucky ones - they're going to Heaven fast
If you're fighting a war some collateral damage is fine.
Yes it's a glorious thing to make those body parts go flying
And start the howling and the screaming for the wounded and the dead and the dying
So come on kids and join the fun
There's nothing like creating pandemonium
Yes, I wanna grow up – to be a bomb -And here's how!
Step 1: Grab the pack and put your finger on the button
Step 2: Find a place where the crowd is really buzzin'
Then whenever you reckon you can kill the most
You shout: « God is great! » and turn 'em all to toast
Yes I wanna grow up
Just so I can blow up
Yes I wanna grow up
to be a bomb!!
I want to be a star of martyrdom
And kill as many infidels as I can
'Cause when my brains go West and my teeth go East
And my arms and legs are scattered round the streets
I know that I'll be going to the promised land
Allah is gonna fulfil all my desires
There'll be beautiful girls singing to me in choirs
Whatever I want is gonna be mine
Plates of dates and plenty of wine
Yes I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
Well the West has no morality
Just look at those girls on MTV
It's enough to make a good Muslim boy go mad
And with the US troops in the land of the prophet
And all over Iraq - well someone's got to stop it
So I'm taking basic training for turning into shish-kebab
Step One: Grab the pack and put your finger on the button
Step Two: Find a place where the crowd is really buzzin'
Then whenever you reckon you can kill the most
You shout: « God is great! » and turn 'em all to toast
Yes I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
My Mum's really gonna think I'm great
She'll invite all the neighbours to celebrate
They'll gaze with pride at my picture on the wall
There'll be a thank you note from the Hezbollah
A pile of cash and a brand new car
And all I've gotta do is answer the call.
And I want my Dad to know that I can do it
So for once he can be proud to say I blew it
That's why I'm fixing my eyes on the glittering prize
And blowing myself to paradise
Yes, I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
And there's another thing that's on my mind
And that's driving the Jews out of Palestine
And getting back the land that belonged to my family
'Cause now it's covered with a housing estate
Getting it back would really be great
We could cash it all in and emigrate to Germany..
Yes killing myself will make Allah so happy
There'll be a Penthouse suite in paradise for me
Whatever I want is gonna be mine
Beautiful girls and rivers of wine
Yes I wanna grow up – to be a bomb.
Now everybody's doing it and I'm so glad
From London to Bali - Madrid to Baghdad
And that New York thing - that was the greatest hit of all time.
And if a few of the faithful get caught in the blast
They're the lucky ones - they're going to Heaven fast
If you're fighting a war some collateral damage is fine.
Yes it's a glorious thing to make those body parts go flying
And start the howling and the screaming for the wounded and the dead and the dying
So come on kids and join the fun
There's nothing like creating pandemonium
Yes, I wanna grow up – to be a bomb -And here's how!
Step 1: Grab the pack and put your finger on the button
Step 2: Find a place where the crowd is really buzzin'
Then whenever you reckon you can kill the most
You shout: « God is great! » and turn 'em all to toast
Yes I wanna grow up
Just so I can blow up
Yes I wanna grow up
to be a bomb!!
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