by Ann Coulter and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
When you’re down, in Tehran,
And you need uranium,
And Israel, oh, Israel, is in your sights,
Close your mind and imagine nukes,
And soon they won’t be here,
To perfect the Jews,
To do the work of Christ
You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am,
I’ll come running,
To perfect them
Winter, spring, summer or fall,
We need to perfect them all,
They'll be round up,
Yah, yah, yah,
You’ve got a fiend
When the purity that you’ve been heiling,
Causes deniers to line clouds,
And those ol’ world war fences should begin to grow,
We’ll put our heads together,
And recite Mein Kampf out loud,
Soon we’ll be knocking,
Upon their temple doors
You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am,
I’ll come running,
To perfect them
Winter, spring, summer or fall,
We need to perfect them all,
They'll be round up,
Yah, yah, yah,
You’ve got a fiend