"Bing" Laden Croons Your Favorite Muslimus Al Qa'erols

INFIDELS
Infidels ... infidels ...
Christ worshippers are blaspheming
Boom a loom (boom a loom)
To their doom (to their doom)
Soon it will be Judgment day
Christian sidewalks
Dhimmi sidewalks
All befouled by unbelief
In the air there are bleatings of falsehood
Ears are ringing
Christians singing
Out a message so vile
And from every church steeple you hear
Infidels (infidels) infidels (infidels)
Blasphemy time in the city
Boom a loom (boom a loom)
To their doom (to their doom)
Soon they will face Allah's rage
Christian church fronts
Even store fronts
Claim Allah has made a son
As the mushriks* bow down to their idol
Hear the bomb blast
Sirens rush past
Allah's truth will prevail
And above the commotion you hear
Infidels (infidels) Infidels (infidels)
Christ worshippers were blaspheming
Boom a loom (boom a loom)
To their doom (to their doom)
Now they will taste Allah's fire
*(one who places other entities, such as Jesus Christ, on same level as Allah)
SHI'ITE WONDERLAND
Believers wail, are ya listenin'
On their backs, blood is glistenin'
A beautiful sight
They're frenzied tonight
Walkin' in a Shi'ite wonderland
Gone away is my plain shirt
Here to stay's a blood stained shirt
We sing a sad verse
As the bleeding gets worse
Walkin' in a Shi'ite Wonderland
On your forehead we can make some blood flow
And pretend that you're Imam Hussein
You'll say "Are you Sunnis"
We'll say "No, man"
We've been beating ourselves
For hours with this chain
Later on, we'll be poundin'
On our chests as we're houndin'
The evil Yazid*
And his unholy deed
Walkin' in a Shi'ite wonderland
On your forehead we'll increase the blood flow
And pretend that you're the 12th imam
We'll have lots of fun with Mr Imam
Until he goes back into hiding once again
Later on, we'll conspire
As we scrub down our attire
To treat unafraid
The skin that we flayed
Walkin' in a Shi'ite wonderland
*(Umayyad Caliph who ordered the beheading of Hussein)
SHARI'AH LAW IS COMIN' To TOWN
Oh you better watch out
You better go pray
Better cover those arms
Or your skin we will flay
Shari'ah Law is comin' to town
We're making a switch
And lashing you twice
We're gonna shield the world
From falsehood and vice
Shari'ah Law is comin' to town
We'll cleave you if you're theivin'
We'll stone if you're unchaste
We'll know if you've hid your heart from Truth
So submit for Allah's sake
Oh you better watch out,
You better go pray
Better steer clear of those friends
Who are gay
Shari'ah Law is comin' to town
With a Ramadhan fast
And a happy Iftar
Lots of Hamdu lilahs
And Allahu Akbars
Shari'ah Law is comin' to town
You cannot eat pork
Or drink alchohol
You cannot take Spike
For a walk around the mall
Shari'ah Law is comin' to town
The gals will all wear burqas
To hide their tempting flesh
You won't even see their alluring eyes
Because they'll be covered by a mesh
So, you better convert
You better not try
To evade the jizyah
I'm telling you why
Shari'ah Law is comin'
I said, Shari'ah Law is comin'
You know, Shari'ah Law is comin'
TO TOWN!!!

Ahmed the Imam was a jolly jihadi
With a filthy cloak and a lice filled beard
And two eyes that could not see
Oh Ahmed the Imam
Was a weak Hadith they say
He was made from dirt
But believers assert
That he came to life one day
There must have been some kindly jinns
In that old turban they found
For when they said "Allah Akbar"
He fired his AK all around
Oh, Ahmed the Imam
Was as alive as he could be
And the children say he could laugh and slay
Even better than you and me
Ahmed the Imam
Knew Mosssad was on its way
So he said "Let's go
And we'll throw some stones
At the Zionist swine today"
Down to the checkpoint
With an AK in his hand
Firing here and there
Behind the boys in the square
Saying "Hit me if you can"
He told the boys to start throwing stones
To cover his heinous plot
And he forced the boys to keep it up
Until one of them got shot
Oh, Ahmed the Iman
Had to scurry on his way
As he waved goodby
He said "Don't you cry"
Your friend's with Virgins today
Yeah, he'll meet the Virgins today
He's gone .. to Al Houri .. TODAY!!


You know Ali, Dhimmi, and Osama bin Laden
Abu Nidal and Ayman Al-Zawahiri
But do you recall
The best dead jihadi of all
Akmed the Dead Jihadi
Had a very tricky fuse,
And if he ever pulled it,
You wouldn't think it'd blow.
(Like a bomb vest)
All the other Jihadis
Used to laugh and call him names;
(Like Infidel)
They never let Dead Akmed
Blow up in Jihadi flames.
(or a fatwa)
Then one dusty Ramadan,
Imam came to pray,
Akmed with your fuse not tight
Allah wills you die tonight
Then how Jihadis loved him
And they shouted Victory
(Allah Akbar)
Akmed the Dead Jihadi
You blew to infinity
(like nothing)

HERE COMES TWELFTH IMAM
Here come Twelfth Imam
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Right up from Twelfth Imam well
Ali and Hussein and all the Rashidiin
Unleashing the hounds of hell
Infidels praying, believers slaying
All is merry and bright
So cover your women and say your prayers
Cause Twelfth Imam comes tonight
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Right up from Twelfth Imam well
He's on a mission straight from Allah
So don't follow that old Dajjal*
Hear the Zionists submit and lament
Oh what a beautiful sight
So dive under your bed and cover your head
Cause Twelfth Imam comes tonight .. Tonight!
Cause Twelfth Imam comes tonight
End of days .. end of times .. For the unbelieving swine
As The imam comes your way .. Today!
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Right up from Twelfth Imam well
He doesn't care if you're Jew or Christian
If you stop being an infidel
Imam knows we're true believers
That'll keep us safe for the night
So keep your hearts from feeling fear
Cause Twelfth Imam comes tonight
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Here comes Twelfth Imam
Right up from Twelfth Imam well
He'll come 'round when oppression and chaos
Make life on Earth a hell
Perfect justice will come to all
Once Imam makes things all right
So let's give praise to Allah above
Cause Twelfth Imam comes tonight .. Tonight!
Yeah Twelfth Imam comes tonight
End of days .. end of times .. for the unbelieving swine
Here comes Twelfth IMAM!!
*(Muslim Anti-Christ who appears at same time as the Twelfth Imam)


Deck the halls with parts of Ali,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Come now and join Jihadi,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Don we now Jihad apparel,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah.
Roll out old Mohammed's Koran,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
See the blazing infidels
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Strike your swords and then behead them
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Follow in Jihad's death venture,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
While I tell Paradise's pleasures,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Blown away Jihadis passes,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Hail Allah, new lads and lasses,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Sing the chorus, all you greeted,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah
Headless infidels are defeated,
Allah, Alla lah, Allah, Allah



Seeing as how New Year's is approaching, perhaps it's time for "Bing's" annual New Year salute
Hamza! Arba'ah! Thalatha! Ithnayn! Wahid .....
'AAM JADEED SA'EED
Should all the Zionists be blown up
And brought to Allah's Fire
Should all the Zionist's be blown up
For Allah's vir-gines
For Allah's vir-gines, Shaheed
For Allah's vir-gines!
We'll smash the cup of kindness yet
For Allah's vir-gines


Callmelennie
But always use protection with her; that woman is capable of spawning entire Arab tribesNot only that but she also insists on naming every male child Abraham, which conflicts with one of the causes I take much interest in, it being the Prevention of the Spread of Abes.

In actuality, comrades I'm not really responding to Comrade Groucho at all. After all, it's a year later, for Barack's sake. (Look at the year) I simply need to post some stupid thing to bump "Al Bingle" to the top of the Karaoke


Callmelennie
Comrade Director, don't you mean "Deck the walls with bowels of Ali" ... or would that ruin the spirit of the Islamas season?In actuality, comrades I'm not really responding to Comrade Groucho at all. I simply need to post some stupid thing to bump "Al Bingle" to the top of the Karaoke A most excellent suggestion..

Away in a manger with goat that he led
The little mohammed grabbed him by the head
The stars in the sky looked down where they lay
The little mohammed a-twirl in the hay
The cattle are mooing the poor goatlet shakes
But little mohammed no crying he makes
I love thee mohammed though you make me cry
And stay by my saddle till morning is nigh
Be near me mohammed I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care
And take them to heaven with blessings from CAIR.


May your 72 virgins be well fed, and may all your Marxmases be red!

On the first day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
A launcher for my RPG
On the second day of jihad my mullah gave to me
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the third day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Three blind shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the fourth day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Four howling mobs
Three blind shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the fifth day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
FIVE I. E Ds
Four howling mobs
Three blind shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the 6th day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Six imams stoning
FIVE I. E. Ds.
Four howling mobs
Three blind shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the seventh day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Seven swords a swinging
Six imams stoning
FIVE I. E. Ds!
Four howling mobs
Three Blind Shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the eighth day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Eight maids a-tempting
Seven swords a swinging
Six imams stoning
Five I. E. D's
Four howling mobs
Three blind shayks
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the ninth day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Nine AKs blasting
Eight maids a-tempting
Seven swords a swinging
Six imams stoning
Five I. E. D's
Four howling mobs
Three blind shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the tenth day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Ten houris pleasing*
Nine AKs blasting
Eight maids a-tempting
Seven swords a-swinging
Six imams stoning
Five I. E. D's
Four howling mobs
Three blind shaykhs
Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the eleventh day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Eleven snipers sniping
Ten Houris pleasing
Nine AKs blasting
Eight maids a-tempting
Seven swords a-swinging
Six imams stoning
Five I. E. Ds
Four howling mobs
Three blind shaykhs Two Taliban
And a launcher for my RPG
On the twelfth day of jihad, my mullah gave to me
Twelve bombers bombing
Eleven snipers sniping
Ten Houris pleasing
Nine AKs blasting
Eight maids a-tempting
Seven swords a-swinging
Six imams stoning
Five I. E. Ds!
Four howling mobs
Three blind shayks
Two Taliban
And a launcher .. for my RPG
*Houri -- Arabic word for the Celestial Virgins

This year, with new and improved "Twelve Days of Jihad"


I'll fly home this Christmas
Health Care plan's decreed
Drink cocoa with pajama boy
And always think of me
Christmas Eve will find me
With Pelosi schemes
I'll keep my own health care
It's my father's dream
I'll fly home this Christmas
You're in misery
Drink cocoa with pajama boy
And always think of me
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the sunlight gleams
You'll be screwed this Christmas
It's my father's dreams

Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But your veil, my dear's, delightful
Got me horny as a Grand Pharaoh
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Oh, my camel is still snow sheddin'
And Al Gizah's right for sleddin'
Doesn't happen much in ol' Cairo
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally get to the mosque
How I'll hate bowing down in the snow
But if my forehead gets nipped with frost
A double barrakah* is bestowed
Oh, the snow pack is not yet melted
And Abu Hool* just got pelted
Go skating on the great Nile-oh
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally get to the mosque
How I'll hate bowing down in the snow
But if my forehead gets nipped with frost
A double barrakah is bestowed
Oh the weather aint been this kooky
Since the days of King Farouqi
But if Allah does will it so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
*(Barrakah -- Islamic credit for performing a good deed or an Islamic obligation that is applied to the debit of a bad deed in Allah's scale of judgment. This snowfall actually happened on a Friday, so Egyptians really did prostrate in the snow. Abu Hool -- Arabic name for The Sphinx)


Dumb they call me pajamama's boy...
Our new health care ain't free Pajamama's boy
Enforced by his decree, Pajamama's boy
As if he was a King, Pajamama's boy
Pajama boy Pajama boy
Drink some cocoa too Pajamama's boy
When he comes
Plaid pajamas, Pajamama's boy
These have footsies too Pajamama's boy
I'm on my mother's plan, Pajamama's boy
Decreed by Barack the King, Pajamama's boy
Pajama boy, Pajama boy
Can I squat here, said Pajama boy
On my bum?
Michelle nodded, Pajamama's boy
The press and libs kept quiet Pajamama's boy
Sat on my bum for them, Pajamama's boy
I drank my cocoa too Pajamama's boy
Pajama boy, Pajama boy
Then they smiled at me, Pajamama's boy
Me on my bum.
Me on my bum.



The gangstas was stirring, all up to no good;
The six packs were stocked by the local stores there,
Unknowing tomorrow they would be bare;
The gangstas were all hidden under their hoods,
While visions of new big screens danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I poppin' caps,
We was chillin' down with our cop killin' raps,
When out in the street there arose such a riot,
And heard breaking of glass that shattered the quiet.
Throwing bricks through windows and fires in a flash,
They tore open store fronts and carried off stash.
The moon on the breast of this media show
Gave the lustre of respect to people below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Al and Black Panthers bringing distrust and fear,
With that little old liar, so slimy and slick,
I knew he was bringing us more racist schtick.
More rabid than wild dogs his media train
He dog whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Sharpton and his crew for the since fallen boy
"Obama! now, Holder! now, Jackson! and Shabez!
On, Dyson! on, Touré! on, Shelia Lee Jackson!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now lie away! lie away! lie away all!"

Moreover, it is, as The One is wont to say, running just a "smidgeon" afield from the original idea of Bing Crosby as a singer of Islamic carols



That being the case, it is well past time to once again pretend that I'm writing a serious post when all I'm really doing is tripping the mechanism to boost "Der Binghazi" back to the top of the Karaoke for the fifth year in a row.
(PROG OFF -- For newer comrade viewers, the seed for all this was implanted in my Islamophrenic mind five years ago when the month of Ramadhan coincided almost perfectly with the Christmas season)


Muslim prayers — we be hearin’
It’s the bane — of existence
Resist oh we much — and much is a must
We don’t want a Allah Akbarland
Oh my Lord — things are absurd
Oh our Laws — they’ve been altered
Where do we belong? We can’t go along
We don’t want a Allah Akbarland
Hear ‘rags’ bellow “Death to A-mer-i-ca!”
Some pretend they’re just some silly clowns
F You Mohammad! We are a-watchin’
And we’re ready if there’s a showdown
No one knows — when it will end
But we must — stop their killin’
We’ll stand up and say “Muslims go away!”
We don’t want a Allah Akbarland
Hear ‘rags’ bellow “Death to A-mer-i-ca!”
Some pretend they’re just some silly clowns
F You Mohammad! We are a-watchin’
And we’re ready if there’s a showdown
Obama — he conspires — our country — lights them fires
He is a bad man — his plans — you’ve been had
We don’t want a Allah Akbarland
We don’t — and really mean it
Appeasers! WE DON’T — want a Allah Akbarland!

It's the most blasphemous time of the year
With the Jews dreidle-spinning
While Christians are sinnning "Allah has a peer."
It's the most blasphemous time of the year
It's the crap- crappiest time of the Fraud
With the infidels smirking
And strange, happy shirking* that Isa's a god
It's the crap, crappiest time of the Fraud
There'll be alchohol toasting
Not heeding signposting
Of peril-ing down to the Fire
There'll be stories of mangers
And ignoring the dangers
Of stirring up Al Rahman's ire
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much molar-gnashing
And instant heat-rashing
As End Times draws near
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be shariks* for roasting
Blasphemers are toasting
For failing to walk the True Path
There'll be mercy-implorers
Who now see the horrors
For stirring up Al Rahman's wrath
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much Mahdi-dodging
Too late for dislodge-ing
That Son of God smear
It's the most wonderful time of the year
*(Shirk, sharik -- Polytheism. To Muslims, the idea of Jesus as the Son of God is blasphemous. Isa - the Muslim name for Jesus, who is merely a prophet)


I just wanted you to know that I have escaped the Gulag and am on the run...
Shhhhhhhh! Please don't tell anyone!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year ... and carry on! :)


Googie
My dear, dear Comrade Callmelennie --I just wanted you to know that I have escaped the Gulag and am on the run...
Shhhhhhhh! Please don't tell anyone!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year ... and carry on! :)
I was worried... I hadn't heard your cage rattle in a while

And away we go ....


Callmelennie
PROGG OFF: I've run out of ironic things to say as to why I'm write this post every year. You know why. It's the only way to bump this up thread to the top of the karaoke ... so I can surpass 15K hits.And away we go ....
My dear Comrade...I think it's beginning to snow...snowballs of ideas. :)


My dear Comrade Callmelennie --- again I ask your indulgence to add another addition to your wonderful Bing Crosby thread, that doesn't q-u-i-t-e follow the rules of Bing Christmas Carols. I add this with the hopes it j-u-s-t squeaks by under the wire because...
“Heat Wave” was written by Irving Berlin and part of the song can be heard in the beginning of the 1954 holiday film, 'White Christmas'.
So without further ado, here is my version...oh and Merry Christmas to all at The People's Cube! :D
"A Trumpical Tweet Wave"
A Tweet Wave in D.C. Town – Libs shriek!
Tweets came from the Head Man – cuts doublespeak
The ‘Tan Man’ he catches those dirty spies
The ‘Tan Man’ is really the reason why —
We’re havin’ a Tweet Wave
Trumpical Tweet Wave
The Dem’s tempers risin’
They’re in for surprises
It’s curtains for Dem’s damn scams
He started the Tweet Crave
By lettin’ Freedom wave ~~~
And in such a way that
The Democrats say that
He’s certain to slam, sham plans
* “G’s” — slur the Man who tweets
It’s a mutiny
Trump – dump the Commies, please!
I said –
We’re havin’ a Tweet Wave
Trumpical Tweet Wave
Beltway disapproves that
The more we know proves that
It’s curtains for Dem’s damn scams
It’s a plot
The Twitter Man will tell you
A record’s been made
It’s a plot
To float a scam
They’ll cover – not face – this charade
It’s a plot
They molded – made in
Deals to transform nationwide
It’s a plot
Their actions laid an egg in D.C.
AND THEY LIED!
[The Clinton’s, Obama, Comey, Mueller, Lynch, Strozk, Page, McCabe, The Ohr’s, etc, etc, etc]
We’re havin’ a Tweet Wave
A Trumpical Tweet Wave
The Dem’s tempers risin’
They’re in for surprises
It’s curtains for Dem’s damn scams
He started the Tweet Crave
By lettin’ Freedom wave ~~~
And in such a way that
The Democrats say that
He’s certain to slam, sham plans
* “G’s” — slur the Man who tweets
It’s a mutiny
Trump – dump the Commies, please!
That’s Trump Man!
We’re havin’ a Tweet Wave
Trumpical Tweet Wave
Beltway disapproves that
The more we know proves that
It’s curtains for Dem’s damn scams
Yes, it’s curtains for Dem’s damn scams
Oh, it’s curtains for Dem’s – damn scams!
* “G’s” – short for G-Man or Government Man – is an American slang term for special agents of the U.S. Gov’t. It is specifically used as a term for an FBI agent.