Jingle bombs

O Natal está-se mesmo a aproximar e nem o nosso amigo Achmed, o terrorista falecido escapa ao espirito natalicio.

Mais uma actuação hilariante de Jeff Dunham.

Dashing through the sand
With a bomb strapped to my back
I have a nasty plan
For Christmas in Iraq

I got through checkpoint A
But not through checkpoint B
That’s when I got shot in the ass
By the U.S military

Jingle Bombs, Jingle Bombs
Mine blew up you see
Where are all the virgins that Bin Laden promised me
Jingle Bombs, Jingle Bombs
Your soldiers shot me dead
The only thing that I have left is this towel upon my head

I used to be a man
But everytime I cough
Thanks to uncle Sam
My nuts keep falling off

My bombing days are done
I need to find some work
Perhaps it would be much safer
As a convenience stall night clerk

Jingle Bombs, Jingle Bombs
I think I got screwed
Don’t laugh at me because I’m dead
Or I kill you