In Autumn we sought ‘em.

In Spring we caught ‘em.

In Summer, a bummer,

They escaped with our Hummer.

They paid us in oil.

We put boots on their soil.

But we left on the double

Before there was trouble.

We did it too late.

They were burning with hate.

So they sent us their fans

Driving fast in their vans.

With knives and machetes and plenty of shot…

They thanked us a lot.