Hello Mama - Ray Stevens

Hello Mama, This is Osama.

I’m in a geisha house in Yokohama.

I swear I don’t know nothing 'bout no tennis shoe bomb.

I’m a nervous wreak, W’s breathin' down my neck.

Goodness me, mercy sakes.

Listen son, what on Earth are you thinking?

I don’t know

Tell me something, have you been drinking?

No!

I aint been drinking.

This aint no way to behave you’re gonna send me to my

Grave!

Hold it Mama!

You know I can’t talk long at all,

W just might trace this call.

Wait a minute.

Uh Oh!

We will not tire.

We will not fail.

However long it takes you know we will prevail.

Mercy Sakes

Mama I don’t wanna 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?

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, 'cause W’s nipping at my heels.

Now I know how Salman Rushdie feels.

Goodness me, mercy sakes.

Listen son I’m not trying to upset you.

I know

But honey if they do catch you.

Oh for goodness sakes bite your tongue!

You know it’s every mother’s prayer, you have on clean

Underwear.

Hold it Mamma!

W just wont leave me alone, I think he Might of tapped this phone.

Wait a minute.

Uh Oh!

We will not tire, we will not fail.

Do not pass GO just go directly to Jail.

Goodness me!

Mama I don’t wanna 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.