Hosni Mubarak, won’t you please go now?
You can go on a horse, you can go on a cow.
You can live in utter luxury in Sharm el Sheikh
Or sleep in a tent with a hookah and a snake.
You can bring along your buddies, with their ill-gotten dough.
You can call yourself a patriot
Just go, go, go!
You can claim utter innocence of violence and of death.
You can claim to be a hero with your dying breath.
You can act as though you always had intended to depart,
You can find a hundred ways to say you planned this from the start.
You can ask for help from Israel (they owe you one … or two).
You can hide your head forever in a pile of camel poo.
You can finally retire, you can prosper or expire,
You can be once more a flier, or a humble village crier,
Just depart, you god-damned liar,
Go and do it, I mean you!