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GUANTANAMO
(sung to the melody of "Guantanamera")
At night all the Arab terrorists incarcerated at the secret prison at Guantanamo Naval Base in Cuba sit around the campfire, strum their guitars (which is pretty hard with handcuffs on) and sing this song.
Me want to go home
Me no like-a dis jail
The food here is rotten
An' me no get-ta no mail
An' it's hot as hell-a
An' de other guys smell-a
Guantanamo
No like-a Guantanamo
Guantanamo-o
No like-a Guantanam-o
I want to be back
In Afghanistan
Sometimes I chop off a head
Or chop off a hand
And Bin Laden's The Man
And we read the Kora-an
Guantanamo
Oh baby no me gusto
Guantanamo-o
The place where it never snow-ow
Me try to excape
But me no swim very well
There's sharks in the water
And the guards shoot to kill
And the heat make me ill
And the food taste like swill
Guantanamo
Oh baby no me gusto
Guantanamo-o
I want to go home-o
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