And here's the lyrics: Hey there, Khalilah, what's it like in Baghdad City? I'm 3,000 miles away but girl tonight you're looking pretty Can't you see? You're looking really hot, baby. Literally. Hey there, Khalilah, I am at my latest booking But I'm writing you tonight to say how much I miss your cooking So I sob. Wipe all my tears up with a mop. There's no kabob. Oh, it's how you cook the meat. How you cook the meat. Hey there Khalilah, you stay good and cook some coosa Til I'm back there making money at the Improv in Falluja Give it time. I'm bombing really bad this time. No, not that kind. Hey there, Khalilah, if I must eat one more Twinkie Well I might just have to lick my arm and then bite off my pinky What a scene. The only Arab food I see's Attached to me Oh, it's how you cook the meat. How you cook the meat. 3,000 miles is far away, but I just want kabob today I'd eat it all up with a knife and fork. Why am I so far from you? All they have here is bar-b-que Which would be good except I don't eat pork. The ketchup here is really bad, the mustard's not a deadly gas This pizza box tastes better, that's for sure And it's cardboard Hey there, Khalilah, you're tahini on falafal No, you're not sesame paste but girl I just can't eat without you So you know. I'll have kabob when I get home. And chug rose water like a pro Cuz I do not like Domino's Oh no I don't.