Вершы: Jeff Dunham. Don't Come Home For Christmas. Jingle Bombs.

Dashing through the sand. With a bomb strapped to my back. I have a nasty plan. For Christmas in Iraq.I got through checkpoint A. But not through checkpoint B. That's when i got shot in the ass by the U.S military.

Ohhhhh jingle bombs, jingle bombs, mine blew up you see. Where are all the virgins that Bin Laden promised me. Ohhhhh jingle bombs, jingle bombs U.S soldiers shot me dead.The only thing that I have left is this towel upon my head.

I used to be a man. But every time I cough. Thanks to Uncle Sam, my nuts keep falling off. My bombing days are done. I need to find some work. Perhaps it would be much safer as a convenient store night clerk.

Ohhhhhhh jingle bombs, jingle bombs, I think i got screwed. Don't laugh at me because I'm dead or I kill you. I KILL YOU