Oh
Oh, yeah
Mohamed played Sitar
Jamming good with Abdul and Omar
And the Sultans from Cas'
He played it left poop hand
But made it too far
Became the demon controlled man
Then we were Mohamed's terrorist band
Mohamed really sang
Screwed-up eyes and screwed-on turban
Like some cat from Iran
He could lick 'em by dying
He could leave 'em to hang
They came on so loaded, man
Braille-hung and dark-brown tan
So where were the Sultans
While the army tried to break our balls?
Just the RPG light to guide us
So we *****ed about his fans
And should we crush his sweet hands?
Oh
Mohamed played for time
Jiving us that we were sunni
The kids were just crass
He was the nazz
With Allah-given smelly ass
He took it all too far
But, boy, could he play Sitar
Making war with his demon
Mohamed sucked up into his mind, ah
Like a leper messiah
When the secret police had killed the man
I had to break up the band
Oh, yeah
Ooh
Mohamed played Sitar