OMG! Goremy.com is bad bad bad. He got all his tunes stuck in my head now. At first it was the Tabbouleh song and now this, a parody from Plain White T’s, Hey There Delilah!

This guy is hilariously in tune!

Lyrics:

Hey there, Khalilah, what’s it like in Baghdad City?
I’m 3,000 miles away but girl tonight you’re looking pretty
Can’t you see?
You’re looking really hot, baby. Literally.

Hey there, Khalilah, I am at my latest booking
But I’m writing you tonight to say how much I miss your cooking
So I sob.
Wipe all my tears up with a mop. There’s no kabob.
Oh, it’s how you cook the meat. How you cook the meat.

Hey there Khalilah, you stay good and cook some coosa
Til I’m back there making money at the Improv in Falluja
Give it time.
I’m bombing really bad this time. No, not that kind.

Hey there, Khalilah, if I must eat one more Twinkie
Well I might just have to lick my arm and then bite off my pinky
What a scene. The only Arab food I see’s
Attached to me

Oh, it’s how you cook the meat. How you cook the meat.

3,000 miles is far away, but I just want kabob today
I’d eat it all up with a knife and fork.
Why am I so far from you? All they have here is bar-b-que
Which would be good except I don’t eat pork.
The ketchup here is really bad, the mustard’s not a deadly gas
This pizza box tastes better, that’s for sure
And it’s cardboard

Hey there, Khalilah, you’re tahini on falafal
No, you’re not sesame paste but girl I just can’t eat without you
So you know. I’ll have kabob when I get home.
And chug rose water like a pro
Cuz I do not like Domino’s
Oh no I don’t.

Here’s another song that is stuck in my head for the past 24 hours. Damn it!

Lyrics:

Tabbouleh
Tabbouleh Tabbouleh
Makes me shake
shake shake my booty
Eat it with lots of falafal
Eat it on top of a camel

Dance.
Cuz it’s the only beat
That’s gonna stick in your head
and stick in your teeth

You gotta push push
Push the tush
When you eat an Arab salad
that is not fettoush

It’s a hearty party
tasting yum yum
Taste that parsley
Shake your bum bum

In the club.
Don’t need a shorty/cutie
All I need to take is
a bowl of tabbouleh

No we don’t need hip hop
house or trance
Cuz this song about a salad
make you shake your pants

No we don’t need groovy
techno techno
Just tabbouleh
in your head hole

Don’t need bouncers
or velvet rope
I hope by now you
get the point

Don’t need glow stick
or Red Bull vodka
You just gotta shake
where you make the kaka

First you take parsley from your sister
Chop it off like hand of shoplifter
Then take a tomato and dice it
don’t forget to add all the spices

Then you take a half cup of burghul
Oh my God, it’s gone taste so good
Yes this recipe is the bomb but
it tastes best when it’s made by Mamma

In Lebanon
they eat it with coffee
In Libya
eat it with Quadafi

Jordan, Iraq
Bahrain, Saudi
Everybody love
the tabbouleh

In Syria
they eat it the fastest
and make sure to
shake shake Damascus

Them in Yemen
lemon the food-y
And Africa they
move move Djibouti

Tabbouleh
I hope I will finish
It to me is like
Popeye’s spinach

but instead of getting
muscles in both arms
I get a moving groove
in my buttocks

Met a girl
She was a cutie
She said she’d
make me tabbouleh

But she made it
without the tomatoes
So I had to tell her
See you later