(Ahem)
It's twelve o'clock on a Saturday,
The brave Russian troops shuffle in...
There's a hostage sitting next to me
Who's making love to his vodka and...vodka.
He says, "son can you kill terrorists for me
They're killing us one at a time
Though it's sad and it's sweet
We've got the bums beat
Now let's bury them in...pork rinds!
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling alright
(you probably don't need more than that...)