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    Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Camelboys


    Camelboys aint easy to love but they're easy to kill
    They hide with the people or they live in a cave in the hills
    Turbans and bomb vests and dirty pajamas and new jihads every day
    They're dead wrong and they're evil and our military
    Is out to just blow 'em away

    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    Don't let 'em shoot AK's while riding in trucks
    Or go planting bombs on the roadside and such
    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    They'll never stay home and when they go roam
    We will just blow them all up

    Camelboys like killin for Allah and catchin' our bullets
    Wipin' their ass with their hands and man do they smell
    Them that don't know 'em won't like 'em
    And them that do still want to blow them to pieces
    They're so wrong it aint funny
    And it costs us money to make sure that they go to hell

    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    Don't let 'em shoot AK's while ridin' in trucks
    Or go planting bombs on the roadside and such
    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    They'll never stay home and when they go roam
    We will just blow them all up

    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    They'll never stay home and when they go roam
    We will just blow them all up