Song of Ghadafi
I will seduce the sun, mount the moon I will rape the rainbow right in her room I will silence the sea, bribe the blue I will rig the races freely for the flu I will burn the bridges, blast the bliss I will weary the waters with my fist I will tender terror for a tea I will bless the brothers with the bee I will flare the fear, feast on their feet I am the fury of Allah, I am Ghadafi