All this Taliban song-writing has brought back memories. Here's an oldie but a goodie for y'all, recorded by the Intergalactic Lunchbox:
Cleanse yourself of impurity,
Grab a sponge and scrub, scrub, scrub-
Lather up and set your soul free,
In God's hot orgasmic bathtub.
How clean our souls, how pure our hearts!
Jus' stay away, ol' Beelzebub
And don' be makin' bubble-farts
In God's hot, orgasmic bathtub!
I'm so glad to be a shepherd,
Herding lambs from the local pub,
To come and listen to the good word
In God's hot orgasmic bathtub.
And he said:
(Chorus) When you are hungry,
I'll fill you with grub
When your feet are tired,
With my hair I will rub
And when you are dirty,
I'll wash you...
in God's hot, orgasmic bathtub
You're all welcome! Jew or Gentile!
Anyone can join our club!
All you need to wear is just a smile
In God's hot, orgasmic bathtub