(ARs) Alte Rockers: BVDs

With apologies to the Tom Petty (Refugee), JRC's Alte Rockers poke fun at Umar Farouk Abdul Mutallab, the "Underwear Bomber."

BVDs

We all know, there at the airport,
Not to joke too much about it,
Toting Ziplocs full of silly little bottles,
Counting ounces--
Listen, I dont really care what you see, buddy,
You wanna shot of what my mama gave me? See—I don't have a bomb in my BVDs (Dudes got a bomb in his BVDs)

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have




Said something malicious,
Tell me why else would you flag me—did my package look suspicious?
It don't make no difference to me--maybe
Ive got a beard just like a jihadi, youll see-- I don't have a bomb in my BVDs
(Dudes got a bomb in his BVDs)--
I swear I




Don't have a bomb in my BVDs




(Dudes got a bomb in his BVDs!)
Why dont you cut me some slack?
You think Im packin heat—




Im only packin snacks!
I know you think youre the next James Bond,
Buddy hey--back away!




Where you putting that wand?

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have seemed to be chillin--
Who knows, maybe you got word to watch out
For a boy who lays tefillin--
Honey, it don't really matter to me, baby—
Everybody on this flight to DC, sees
I don't have a bomb in my BVDs
(Hey, better check his phylacteries!)
I swear I don't have a bomb in my BVDs
(Dudes got a bomb in his BVDs!)

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• Political
• Parody