[Mama]
Hello?
[Osama]
Hello Mama, This is Osama.
I'm in geisha house in Yokohama.
I swear I don't nothing about no tennis shoe bomb.
I'm a nervous wreck, W's breathin' down my neck.
[Mama]
Goddness me, mercy sakes.
Listen son, what on Earth are you thinkin'?
[Osama]
I don't know
[Mama]
Tell me something, have you been drinkin'?
[Osama]
No! I ain't been drinkin'.
[Mama]
This ain't no way to behave, you're gonnna send me to my grave!
[Osama]
Hold it mama! You know I can't talk at all, W just might trace this call. Wait a minute. Uh Oh!
[W]
We will not tire. We will not fail. However long it takes you know we will prevail.
[Mama]
Mercy Sakes
[Osama]
Mama I don't want to go to Guantanamo. So mama send me some dough. Another hundred million or so. I think it's worse than dead broke. Down in Guantanamo.
[Mama]
Hello?
[Usama]
Hello Mama, This is "Usama".
I'm in a mud hut in the middle of Uganda
Now here's the thing I changed my name to "Usama"
Yeah, because W's nippin' at my heels.
Now I know how Salman Rushdie feels.
[Mama]
Goodness me, merccy sakes.
Listen son, I'm not trying to upset you.
[Usama]
I know
[Mama]
But honey if they do catch you.
[Usama]
Oh for goodness sakes bite your tounge!
[Mama]
You know it's every mother's prayer, you have on clean underwear.
[Usama]
Hold it Mamma! W just won't leave me alone, I think he might have tapped this phone.
Wait a minute. Uh, oh!
[General]
We will not tire, we will not fail.
Do not pass GO just go directly to jail.
[Mama]
Goodness me!
[Osama]
Mama, I don't want to go. To Guantanamo.
So Mama send me some dough. Another hundred million or so.
I think it's worse than dead broke. Down in Guantanamo.
Hello?
[Osama]
Hello Mama, This is Osama.
I'm in geisha house in Yokohama.
I swear I don't nothing about no tennis shoe bomb.
I'm a nervous wreck, W's breathin' down my neck.
[Mama]
Goddness me, mercy sakes.
Listen son, what on Earth are you thinkin'?
[Osama]
I don't know
[Mama]
Tell me something, have you been drinkin'?
[Osama]
No! I ain't been drinkin'.
[Mama]
This ain't no way to behave, you're gonnna send me to my grave!
[Osama]
Hold it mama! You know I can't talk at all, W just might trace this call. Wait a minute. Uh Oh!
[W]
We will not tire. We will not fail. However long it takes you know we will prevail.
[Mama]
Mercy Sakes
[Osama]
Mama I don't want to go to Guantanamo. So mama send me some dough. Another hundred million or so. I think it's worse than dead broke. Down in Guantanamo.
[Mama]
Hello?
[Usama]
Hello Mama, This is "Usama".
I'm in a mud hut in the middle of Uganda
Now here's the thing I changed my name to "Usama"
Yeah, because W's nippin' at my heels.
Now I know how Salman Rushdie feels.
[Mama]
Goodness me, merccy sakes.
Listen son, I'm not trying to upset you.
[Usama]
I know
[Mama]
But honey if they do catch you.
[Usama]
Oh for goodness sakes bite your tounge!
[Mama]
You know it's every mother's prayer, you have on clean underwear.
[Usama]
Hold it Mamma! W just won't leave me alone, I think he might have tapped this phone.
Wait a minute. Uh, oh!
[General]
We will not tire, we will not fail.
Do not pass GO just go directly to jail.
[Mama]
Goodness me!
[Osama]
Mama, I don't want to go. To Guantanamo.
So Mama send me some dough. Another hundred million or so.
I think it's worse than dead broke. Down in Guantanamo.
Contributed by The Great Cornholio - 2010/8/18 - 04:45
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