Libya the Corkscrewed Malady

(sung to the tune of Lydia the Tattooed Lady)

Libya oh Libya,

say have you seen Libya?

Libya, the corkscrewed malady.

Tripoli's so slippery, oil-gripped by the prick you see

Deflated-Dictator Gaddafi.

Libya oh Libya, please change Wikipedia.

Oh Libya that dude's got YOU SCREWED!

We're on our backs with your oil fields supreme.

We'd rub you back if you'd fill our canteen.

But you proudly wave back our green, green, green.

We can learn a lot from Libya.

(La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la)

Muammar's momma had misplaced her comma,

and now we can't spell his last name.

You say Gaddafi,

and I say Khaddafi,

but a jerk is a jerk, and he's lame.

(La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la)

His password for Facebook and Gmail and Yahoo,

give'm grief that's no end in sight.

Had no first pet or first job or first kiss,

so he shut down the whole goldern site.

Libya oh Libya, please change Wikipedia,

and let his reign FINALLY FALL!

On YouTube we laughed at your song "Zenga Zenga,"

now we watch as we rewind your bad game of Jenga.

And with a new post they will probably hang ya.

We can learn a lot from Libya.

(La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la)