To be sung to the tune of 'Summer Holiday' 
We're all going on an Afghani holiday,
Talibanee slapping for a month or two,
Sweaty rollicks on an Afghani holiday,
No more Iraq for me and you,
For a month or two.
We're going where the sun shines brightly,
We're going where the women are blue,
We've seen it on Al Jazeera
Burkha burkha and a doob-i-di-doo.
Everybody needs an Afghani holiday
Doing things they're ordered to,
The Brown surge is coming, (Stress'll do that to you)
Let's hope its not Hell-man for me or you,
There'll be a human pyramid or two.