I think I need a little holiday
Somewhere nice and quiet, a secluded get away
I know my holiday will never be complete
Til I’m trapped in a room with a bag on my head and my hands hand-cuffed to my feet
I don’t like the Solomon islands or Bermuda
I don’t go in for car bombs on the beaches of Kuta
I don’t dig Jamaica or Aruba
My idea of paradise is a naval base in Cuba
Take me, oh please take me away
Ask me questions twenty four hours a day
You can drag behind your jeep
Set fire to me in my sleep
Guantanamo, Guantanamo Bay
I won’t be happy til they nail me to a chair
And all of my Al Quiada buddies will be there
They’ll take my clothes leave me in my underwear
Cos my idea of bliss is suffocating in a plastic bag and struggling for air
It may not be the brightest or the cleanest
Compared to other beach resorts the staff are the meanest
But my friends and I had such a ball you should seen us
Each of us with a smile our face and an electrode on our penis
Take me, oh please take me away
Lock me up so I can’t tell night from day
Make me worship those stars and stripes
Then beat me with metal pipes
Guantanamo, Guantanamo Bay
There’s nothing there to distract you or annoy ya
There’s no phone, there’s no TV and you won’t need a lawyer
You can book yourself in now but I must warn ya
You can check in but you can’t check out
It’s like the Hotel California
Take me, oh please take me away
You can burn me with cigarettes each day
Inject parasites in my guts
Then sew both my eyelids shut
Guantanamo, Guantanamo Bay
