Bin Laden is the name I bear,
And, modestly, I think it’s fair
To say it’s thought by spies and cops
Among all terrorists I’m tops.
And therefore it’s a crying shame
This fellow Bush won’t say my name.

At first he said it, like a curse:
He said that I’d be caught, or worse.
But when I vanished, his refrain
Became about Saddam Hussein.
Well, jihad’s nice, but so’s acclaim.
This fellow Bush won’t say my name.

If Kerry wins, it’s true that he
May concentrate his troops on me.
It’s true that Bush’s weird pursuits
Are means for me to get recruits.
But still, I must reclaim my fame.
This fellow Bush won’t say my name.