Bob Al Hashib was a man of the Nile. A fez on his head and a whole lot of style. Shady Rashan liked to kill and to rob and one day without being provoked he killed Bob. Well, right in the street Bob lay at Shady's feet everyone stared, no one dared to compete. Nobody there dared to compete. Nobody cared when Bob died, nobody cared to try and save him. Hey look away pretend like Bob was never there. Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly. Bob had a bro who loved him dearly: Chuck is on his way. Chuck Al Hashib was a man of the sand a fez on his head and a gun in his hands. He had thirty knives in a black bandoleer a bomb in his sock and a bug in his ear. Bad news travels fast, so did Chuck so they say. For what Shady did Chuck would make Shady pay. Chuck Al Hashib was on his way. (refrain) Shady was afraid he paid assassins to save his ass and they sharpened up their swords, hawked loogs and roared until Chuck arrived. Slowly across the dunes he came on a camel hard as enamel. He didn't wait for an invitation, he whipped out his gun and used it well. Well, Chuck spent his slugs on the thugs and killed them dead. he then took his sword and he lopped off their heads. Shady Rashan hurled himself at Chuck's feet begging for Chuck to please let him go free. But Chuck lit is bomb and he blew Shady up because Bob was Chuck's brother, you see. (refrain)