Allah, Allah, Christ, don't you understand?
I'm nervous waiting for my baby's plane to land
Returning with her family from the Holy Land
Allah, Allah, Christ, don't you understand?
I walked, I wracked my brain, I ran
I can't find my people, got this travel ban
I didn't see 'em pass through the customs gate
I checked the screen and the plane ain't late
The flowers that I bought are beginning to wilt
And the Frango mints are turned to chocolate milk
I walked, I wracked my brain, I ran
They got her handcuffed to a rail down in carousel ten
Well, I knew I'd need help to break her free
So I gave a shout-out to my local DJ
I made a song request, confessed my sins
To the only friend I got knows the shape I'm in
Hey, mister DJ, help me break her chains
Get your bolt cutters and meet me down in baggage claim
Well, we would need a diversion before we made a break
I threw myself on the ground, and I began to shake
The DJ cut my baby and her mama's chains
And said, "Welcome, pretty ladies, to the U.S.A."
The car was at the curb, and I threw him the keys
We went to Gene & Georgetti's with the refugees