song at Christmas time

    i-a i-a i-a 

                   
Oh shall we shell Afghanistan
and kill those bearded Taliban;
you think God wants so?
I-a, i-a, i-a.
 
The White House guy he is our man
next combs with bombs perhaps Iran;
he' ll think God wants so.
I-a, i-a, i-a.
 
Tibet does freeze from red Chinese
but Peking's medals us do please;
fair Games exist though?
I-a, i-a, i-a.
 
And Papua was sold for gold
by U.S. treason now is told.
Will we free it? No!
I-a, i-a, i-a.
 
Santa Claus he likes rich thieves,
the very poor to Christ he leaves.
Capital' s OK!?
Keep it all's OK!?
Yes, U.S.-, Western quires (chorus) say
I-a, i-a, i-a;
But wiser donkeys they shake nay.
I-a, i-a, i-a;
Oh could I change without delay:
I-a, i-a, i-a. I-a, i-a, i-a.
                                                

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