Osama From Alabama

They call me Osama from Alabama
Don’t you know I’m a camel drivin’ man
Haulin’ a load of manure
From Houston to Tulsa and back again
My faithful camel Ahab got twenty-six gears
And a radar detector between his ears
Smoky can see me but he can’t catch me
The Highway Patrol can’t arrest me
One day they stopped me on Highway One-Oh-Eight
They said they had to investigate
They said ‘your rig looks a little overweight’
While they was checkin’ my documentation
I jumped up on Ahab and took evasive action
I said ‘I got to get back to my girl’
The Exotic Fatima of the Seven Veils
She got rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shakes her big belly and blows smoke out her nose
I don’t need no virgins in Heaven
Just Fatima and a six-pack from Seven-Eleven
The cops chased me and Ahab over hill and dale
They swore they was gonna’ put me in jail
I jumped off Ahab and preyed toward Mecca
Chanting ‘Please get these flatfoots off-a my neck-a!’
Then thunder and lightning rang in my ears
It rained more than it had for twenty-six years
The cops and their cars all floated away
I picked up Fatima and we moved to LA
Now I got me a real fine job
Making shish-kebob for big fat slobs
Ahab the Camel is real happy too
He poses for postcards at the San Diego Zoo
On Saturday night we drink beer and lie on beds of nails
And Fatima does the Dance of the Seven Veils
But we still drink a toast and shed a tear
For the good times we had transporting manure

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Posted on 3/9/2006 ( Permanent Link )
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