Cup, the man they call Cup...
CHORUS:
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the Zionists and gave them what for.
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain.
The hero of CC, the man they call Cup.
Our Cup saw the Palestinians' backs breakin'.
He saw the Palestinians' lament.
And he saw the Zionist's takin',
every dollar and leavin' five cents.
"You can't do that to my people.
Can't crush them under your heel."
So Cup strapped on his hat, and in five seconds flat,
stole everything the Zionists had to steal.
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the Zionists and gave them what for.
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain.
The hero of CC, the man they call Cup.
Now here is what separates heroes
from common folk like you and I.
The man they call Cup, he turned 'round his plane
and let that money hit sky.
He dropped it onto our houses
he dropped it into our yards.
The man they called Cup, he stole away our pain
and headed out for the stars!
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor.
Stood up to the Zionists and gave them what for.
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain.
The hero of CC, the man they call Cup.
(btw, this is just good natured humour - at least, it amused me anyway
I could do this kind of thing for anyone with any song, really)