Mother will you help me make a bomb?
Mother will Islamists like this song?
Mother will America try to break my balls?

Allll aah, should I give Jihad the call?

Mother with Obama president...
Mother he believes in government...
Mother will they put me in immigration line?
Allll aah, I live on taxpayer dime.

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mohammed's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true.

Mohammed's gonna put all of his fears into you.
Mohammed's gonna keep you right here
Under his wing. He wants you to die in a Jihadist scheme.
Mohammed will give baby virgins to warm.
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
Of course Mohammed's gonna answer your call.

Mother is my wife good enough for me?
Mother is my wife dangerous to me?
Mother will she help your little boy depart?
Allll aah, mother should I blow myself apart?

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mohammed's got seventy-two girl friends for you
Mohammed won't let anyone dirty get through
Mohammed's gonna wait up till you kill again

The FBI will never find out where you've been

Islam's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
You'll always be crazy to me

Mother, did those people need to die?

May I strive to attain your equalness

I am just a new boy
Stranger in this land.
Where are all the Jew Girls?
How much longer will I have to use my hand?

Ooooh
I need a kosher woman.
Ooooh
I need a kosher girl.

Blowing up children in this Western land
Makes me feel like a holy man.
Took this Chechen-born refugee
To set those three infidels free.

Ooooh
I need a kosher woman.
Ooooh
I need a kosher girl.

That picture reminded me of someone ....

Comrade, this is type casting! I've taken the liberty to embellish:

The plot thickens. Russian authorities secretly recorded a telephone conversation in 2011 in which one of the Boston bombing suspects vaguely discussed jihad with his mother, officials say. In another conversation, the mother of now-dead bombing suspect Tamerlan Tsarnaev was recorded talking to someone in southern Russia who is under FBI investigation in an unrelated case.

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h/t Pat Dollard

Mother



Mother
Taught your children the Islam way
Taught your children not to hear mercy
They so deemed
What you say
Mother

Mother
You taught them the dark Islamic life
You can't hide it from the Western world
Oh mother

Father
You're gonna teach your boys murder's right
Gonna show them your world
Oh father

It's all about Islam rights
And we're gonna find hell with glee
We can show you what it's like
Watch them bleeding

It's all about Islam rights
And we're gonna find hell with glee
We can show you what it's

Mother
Taught your children Islam's heavy hand
Taught your children not to understand
Oh mother

Father
We're gonna blow off heads you see
And we'll tell you everything
Oh father

It's all about Islam rights
And we're gonna find hell with glee
We can show you what it's like
Watch them bleeding

It's all about Islam rights
And we're gonna find hell with glee
We can show you what it's
Yea

It's all about Islam rights
And we're gonna find hell with glee
We can show you what it's like
Watch them bleeding

It's all about Islam rights
And we're gonna find hell with glee
We can show you what it's like

Mother
Yeah

Very nice, Groucho. That song came to mind as well.

What about this song, Mi Presidente?




Think I might have squished my brother
With a stranger's SUV
Who all these crazy coppers that are chasing me
This is the craziest evening there could ever be
Don't peek outside; I don't want them to see

Mama told me not to bomb
Mama told me not to bomb, she said
That ain't the way to jihad, no (Allah)

Open up that boat tarp
Let some air into this boat
Think I'm almost chokin
Blood's dribbling down my throat
And that robot you're deploying
Bout scares me half to death
Open up this boat tarp, kaffir
Let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to bomb
Mama told me not to bomb, she said
That ain't the way to Allah, Sunni
That ain't the way to Allah, No

The megaphone is blastin'
Saying "Lay down on the floor"
I'm thinking about my brother
He ain't alive no more
I've done some crazy things
That I ain't never done before
Don't even ask me why
I don't wanna do holy war

Mama told me not to bomb
Mama told me not to bomb (She said)
That ain't the way to jihad, Sunni
That ain't the path to Allah, no

Mama told me, mama told me, mama told me
Told me
That ain't the way to jihad, Wallah yeah
Mama told me not to bomb
Mama told me, Mama told me
That ain't the way to Allah

Comrade Putout wrote:

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Darling Comrade Putout,

Can you come up with a visual of this drama queen that puts a Boston Cream Pie in her face? I know you enjoy this.

Just a suggestion. Would be good to actually label the pie as "Boston Cream Pie."

You are good at playing with images so I simply ask your "compliance."

This woman is a "drama queen."

OMG! We have all the stars from The People's Karaoke posting here! This is serious push-back!
Finally, they will all be given their unsung due! Go, People's Karaoke! Banzai!

I would, however, without any further "adoo", offer Freddie Mercury's Bohemian Rhapsody. In it, he refers to his Mama in this lyric.(I, for one, absolutely love Freddie Mercury!)

Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics:

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me


Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters


Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all


I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
[ From: https://www.elyrics.net]
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico


But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me


So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here


Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me


You all know how to YouTube it. If you want.Here it is, starting right at the Mama part:

Callmelennie wrote:What about this song, Mi Presidente?

A most brilliant catchy song!!! If I believed in capitalism I would suggest you be proudly financially rewarded for you intellect. However, sine I of the socialist mind... just get in the line with the rest of us.

I now know who "Zubi" is. Is my face red! Give me a few moments to respond. This is most embarrassing.I'm going to do a "before" and "after"

Here it is before:

Here it is After:


H/T Comrade Putout

Dear Zubi, we can only hope that you love Boston Cream Pie!