| Song | Chuck Al Hashib |
| Artist | Pain |
| Album | Midgets With Guns |
| 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 (And that ain’t right.) | |
| Well right in the street | |
| Bob lay at | |
| Shady’s feet | |
| And 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 sands | |
| A fez on his head and a gun in his hands. | |
| He had thirty knives in a black bandolier, | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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 (ha ha ha) off their heads. | |
| Shady Rashan hurled himself at | |
| Chuck’s feet | |
| Begging for | |
| Chuck to please let him go free. | |
| But Chuck lit his bomb and he blew | |
| Shady up Because | |
| Bob was Chuck's brother, you see. | |
| 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. | |
| Well, 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 is on his way, hey. |
| 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 And that ain' t right. | |
| Well right in the street | |
| Bob lay at | |
| Shady' s feet | |
| And 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 sands | |
| A fez on his head and a gun in his hands. | |
| He had thirty knives in a black bandolier, | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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 ha ha ha off their heads. | |
| Shady Rashan hurled himself at | |
| Chuck' s feet | |
| Begging for | |
| Chuck to please let him go free. | |
| But Chuck lit his bomb and he blew | |
| Shady up Because | |
| Bob was Chuck' s brother, you see. | |
| 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. | |
| Well, 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 is on his way, hey. |