After all, a boy’s best friend is his mother...
Maamy. How I luvya how I luvya
My dear old mammy.
I’d plant a million bombs
To hear your salaams
My Maaaaaaamy.
Mammy. I remember when I was a little tyke
And you’d massage my wiener, mammy,
As all good mammies should.
Oh, mammy. That’s when I started training
For jihaad, Oh, yes I did, mammy.
That’s why I say
Maamy. How I luvya how I luvya
My dear old mammy.
I’d plant a million bombs
To hear your salaams
My Maaaaaaamy.
Oh, mammy.
When at least I make it up to heaven
Fighting holy Jihaad.
I want all those 72 virgins
To look just like you, mammy.
That why I’ll feel right
Taking pleasure from them.
Because
Maamy. How I luvya how I luvya
My dear old mammy.
I’d plant a million bombs
To hear your salaams
My Maaaaaaamy.