ooh, you make the people run, the people run
when you gonna leave palestine, sharona?
ooh, you're just a simple one, a simple one
bleeding down the length of your spine, sharona
always giving up on the luck of the likud kind
never making up, making up for the wasted time
my, my, my, my, my, whoo!
(so this is the best my boss and i could come up with this morning after leaving the bar at five a.m. we'd been subjected to too much knack, natch, thanks to the d.j.)