I wish I were a bunny, with a soft and fuzzy head.
I'd groin-kick all the terrorists, until they fell down dead.
I wish I were a bunny, with a cotton tail of fluff.
Blasting bad guys with my Glock, 'cuz I don't take no guff!

I'd tear their guts out with my paws, and wiggle my pink nose.
And pee upon their ankles as I chewed off all their toes.
I'd chop their heads off with an ax, and play and hop around.
And sing my happy little song, upon the blood-soaked ground.

I'd kill and maim and kill again, spread cute and cuddly death.
And giggle at insurgents, as they draw their final death.
Oh, I'd love to be a bunny, with a fully-loaded gun.
I'd shoot at Eason Jordan - targ'ting journalists is fun!

Then I'd go to Hollywood and frisk around a bit.
And kick the ass of Michael Moore (that worthless, lying s***)
Upon his chubby, smelly head, I'd hop and hop and hop!
Until his skull is well-caved-in, and out his eyes did pop.

I'd love to join the Air Force, and drop a 'splodey bomb.
Be a stalwart Army officer, or Marine Corps grunt non-com.
And get to slaughter terrorists - oh, that would be divine!
But if I can't be one of those, a bunny would be fine.