In your homeland you're a legend All the people know your name On the battlefield and off you are superior
I know. In the kingdom though I'm finding that my only claim to fame is an incident involving my posterior
Posterior
Please. I've won scores of bloody wars and mopped the floors with my foes, but no one remembers Achmed.
I've eviscerated peasants from their heads down to their toes, but no one remembers Achmed.
Say my name in these parts And you'll get a vacant stare, until you mention tigers, or spotted underwear!
Spotted underwear!
So to restore my rebut as a fierce fearsome brute, there's only one route I see. Arrange the slaughter of millions, of innocent civilians, then they'll remember me!
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Caked in mud or drenched in blood You smell as fresh as a flower. I know But no one remembers Achmed
You can pleasure 60 concubines In on-ly an hour! Less! But no one remembers Achmed
Back home I was a hero, ladies trembled when I spoke. But here the women treat me like a throwaway joke
Throw him away
I'm a god on earth but darnit even deities incarnate now and then can feel a little insecure
Insecure
All I want is some affection. These rejections are almost too much to endure
To endure, look at all he must endure
(...)
You ooze sex when you flex those impeccable pecs
But the princess rejects me still She may not love me yet, but I'm willing to bet that once I kill all her people she will!
Yes she will, yes she absolutely will! Then laugh, that's just fine, but the last laugh will be mine
Cause they can't laugh when they're all dead. I'll make them all regret the day they chose to forget
What's that name everyone?
Tiger-fucker!
No! Like I said, What's that name?
You're the cock of the walk, with abs as hard as a rock. Nevermore will they mock you Achmed!