"Osama bin laden went ridinÆ one dark and windy day
Upon a ranch he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed planes he saw
A plowinÆ through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
American bombers in the Sky


Their souls were still on fire and there bullets were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiney and there hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky


Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
American bombers in the Sky


Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred , their shirts all soaked with
sweat
Their rindinÆ hard to catch that heard but they ainÆt caught æem yet
æCause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
snortinÆ fire... and as they ride they hear their cry


Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
American bombers in the Sky


As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
you can't save your soul from hell, youÆre ridinÆ on that range
then Osama hear my words today fuck with us youÆll Die
watchin the devilÆs herd across the endless sky

Yippee-I-Yay (Yippee-I-Yay)
Yippee-I-Yo (Yippee-I-Yo)
American bombers in the Sky
"