From Eschaton commenter MJS in honour of the Bin Laden’s clan hasty flight out of the US after the September 11
attacks:
The 17th law of Causality states quite specifically that if a song can be parodied it eventually will be parodied.
“Grieving On a Jet Plane”
My passport’s packed, it’s time to blow
I’m facing East outside your door,
I am loth to tweak your nose to say goodbye.
But New York’s on fire, the Towers are down,
No, I’m not bin Laden, this is a wedding gown,
Got to fly to Mecca before I die.So miss me and think of me, tell me that I’m truly free,
Hold me, then please let go of my robe.
I’m grieving on a jet plane, First Class is such a drain.
Oh, Bush, just let me go.There’s so many crimes committed in town,
Just two more, and we leave the ground,
Al-Quaida? No, a bell it doesn’t ring.
Kiss me hard, I’ll kiss you too,
You are my love, coo coo ca choo;
Have to run lest my ass be in a sling.So frisk me and question me, we can pretend for eternity,
That the White House didn’t let me go.
I’m grieving on a jet plane, the movie is really lame,
Oh, Bush, just let me go.On the flight I can’t bereave you, oh, look, there is Uncle Mahfouz,
And all the rest of my glorious family.
Seems the clout that’s used by some works in the states like in the Kingdom,
Soon we’ll be sipping tea in Dar Al Baida:I’m grieving on a jet plane, the movie is really lame.
I’m grieving on a jet plane, the movie is really lame.
Oh, Bush, we knew you’d let us go…