We're a Syrian Band

Over the weekend a story came out about a woman's terrifying ordeal of sharing a flight with 14 swarthy men. Soon this was given the World O'Crap treament.

In the end, this was not a terrorist dry run for hijacking an airplane but rather a group of Syrian musicians on their way to Las Vegas for a gig.

Listen to this or this to get the groove, refresh your rhythm, and help you sing along to We're an Syrian Band, in the style of Grand Funk Railroad:

On the road for forty days,
Last night of Detroit rock put us in a haze.
Sweet, sweet Annie -- doin’' her act,
She had freaked about us now and that'’s a natural fact.

Up all night with Burger King,
I got just’ today a Happy Meal thing.
There'’s a crazy lady on this Flight,
Who'’s gonna‘' try to keep us from the show tonight.

(Chorus)
We'’re a Syrian band.
We’'re a Syrian band.
We’'re coming to your town, we’'re gonna' burn it all down.
We'’re a Syrian band.

Four young stewards over Omaha,
Was waitin'’ for the band to return to their row.
Feelin’ good, feelin’ right, it'’s time for a fight,
The on-board detective -- he was a real fright.

Now, these fine stewards, they had a plan,
They was out to beat the boys in the band.
They said, come on, dudes, let’'s get it on,
And they proceeded to bring that airplane down.

(Chorus)
We’'re a Syrian band, ooo-ooo.
We’'re a Syrian band, ooo-ooo.
We'’re a Syrian band, ooo-ooo