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.