To be sung to the tune of the "Ballad of Jed Clampett".
There once was a man whose name's Adbul. Saw the bombs a fallin'
and he fired off his AK in the direction of his mule.
Then as those bombs came tearing up the ground.
Abdul's surrounded by a pool of oil around.
Black Gold. Kuwaiti Tea.
Well the first thing you know,
Abdul's a Taliban.
Still he struck that oil,
when the s--t had hit the fan.
Said Kabul's the place you ought to be!
With no shortages of rice!
So take the family!
All fifty of them!
No swimming pools,
just rubble piles.
THE AFGHAN HILLBILLIES!!!
Jake