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Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza, just along the Gaza strip
But those Israeli's being what they are I thought my sales could take a dip

So, I thought I'd build a set of tunnels, starting from just beneath my feet
The guy from Hamas came and thought my tunnel plans looked quite neat

I employed a load of freeloading Egyptian labourers I got 'em on the cheap
I paid ‘em with unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat 


We built a cafe' serving up falafel and played loud music to cover up the din 
And, it must have worked as the locals never seemed to have heard a thing

Took us over 3 months to reach the darn Israelis wall of concrete and steel 
Damn; if they were not waiting for us, shouting, are you lot for flippin’ real 

They sent all of us back to Gaza; with a rocket launcher up everyone's ass 
Shouting; you ain't getting in here sunshine’s, not without a flaming’ pass
 
The Egyptians were not very happy, but hey that's not so unusual for them
Thinking of employing us to build another tunnel, well, you can think again

We then all arrived back at the Syed café; just to find, it had shut up sharp 
Apparently; there had been a 100% sale on down at the bazaar super mart

The Egyptians; looking a ghostly white from months of working in the dust  
Suddenly disappeared; they had all absconded outta here, on the local bus

Sitting on a dusty chair down at the Syed cafe; I watched as Gaza did burn  
While totting up the jukebox to the sounds of, The House of the Rising Sun

O' a Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot, of this, you can be more than sure
Just ask anyone from Farah to Beit Hanoun, they all know the bloody score 
 
The guy from Hamas reappeared, saying those tunnel plans looked quite neat
Have a thousand unwanted skull caps, and a load of knocked off kosher meat 

Well, the Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot, but in the end we will not be beat
So I opened a local vendor stall, just a stone's throw at the bottom of my street 
 
Selling a thousand unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat  
Lulling the days when a guy from Hamas thought my tunnel plans looked neat
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