tHE NAME, "yASSER ARAFAT", When I first heard it, reminded me of W. C. Fields being offered a drink and remarking, "Yaaa.s Suuh, Don't mind if I do"
When I first wrote this song, I frankly didn't give a damn if, by some remote chance, Mr Arafat ever heard it. However, my opinions change in accordance with the unfolding of events. So, if, in the unlikelyhood that Mr. Arafat ever hears it, I hope he isn't terribly offended. No insult was ever intended with this song.

The tune is somewhat the same as "Yes sir! That's my Baby" If I ever learn how to transmit music over these wires, I'll send the melody" Don't try to make sense out of it. It's just a bunch of Arabic, Egyptian and Hebrew names and places strung together. I suppose there is some sort of sense to it, but only line for line (and pun for pun). The song itself contains no story line.

YAS SUH ARAFAT.
(Words and music by Jody Gibson) (C 1995, Rose Island Music, Newport RI)

I
Yas Suh, Arafat,
Nasser, Anwahr Sadat
Yas Suh!, Yasser Arafat.
We don't have a Tutenkhaman.
(Pronounce it, "Toot in common")
Our love affair, Aakhnaton,
Yas Suh!, Yasser Arafat.
Oh
Cleopatra Ptolemy, "Farrouk it, baby, Ramses"
Get your hot ship out of it's Hotsheps-hut and sail away for Pharisees

Nefertiri cry, sis, Isis
A cup of Khadafi, then, goodbye, sis>
Yas suh! Yasser Arafat.

II
Yasser and Mrs. Yas-m'
Between Yemen me's a chasm
Yas Suh!, Yasser Arafat.
Moses, "Noah, no sir, Abro-ham aint Kosher"
(Moe says no uh, no sir, hey bro, ham aint kosher)

Ayotola you, "Khomeni from Bahrain"
(I told a you come in here, from the rain)
Psychiatrists in Baghdad all know Hussein

Oman hear me cryin'
Where there's shootin' Moshe Dayan
Yas suh!, Yasser Arafat.