Blowing in the Sand

Dymphna, over at Gates of Vienna and a frequent reader of this blog, challenged me to write some new lyrics to one of her least-liked songs from the 60's. So, I did; she liked it: and then she asked me to post it. So I will! Here it is, and let me play the victimhood card: She Made Me Do It. So it's all her fault! [Unless you like it, in which case it's mine.]

BLOWING IN THE SAND

How many deaths must the jihad claim,
Before we can call it a sin;
Yes, 'n' how many bombs must explode in a crowd
Before it is one of your kin?
Yes, 'n' how many times must they scream out their hate,
Before we're determined to win?
The answer, my man, is blowin' in the sand,
The answer is blowin' in the sand.

How many ways can excuses be made
Before enough is enough?
Yes, 'n' how many mosques filled with guns will it take,
Before we finally play tough?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till we know
The mullahs already play rough?
The answer, my man, is blowin' in the sand,
The answer is blowin' in the sand.

How many times must a Koran be flushed
Before it's flushed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many burkhas and scarves must you wear,
Before you're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many muslim fanatics will thrive
On delusion and insanity?
The answer, my man, is blowin' in the sand,
The answer is blowin' in the sand.