New Hole, New Hole

I refer elsewhere to the second most tasteless song I’ve ever written. This is the one that pipped it at the post. It’s to the tune of New York, New York by Frank Sinatra.

[12 September 2001]

Start watching the news, I’m flying today
I’m gonna aim a plane at it – New York, New York!
Those Yankees and Jews, I’ll blow ’em away
Right through the very heart of it – New York, New York!

I want to blow up in a city that isn’t cheap,
And find I’m killing the lot — all of them sheep!

Emergency crews are busy today
I’m gonna make a brand new parking lot – of old New York
If I can crash it there, you’ll read it everywhere
It’s up to me – New York, New York

New York, New York…
I want to go down in a city that never dims
To find I’m paradise-bound, giving my life,
Allah’s my pal, there’s gals attending my whims!

American views are changing today
I’m gonna re-make foreign policy with old New York
If it takes long before they start a Third World War
I’ll be surprised – New York, New York!