To the tune of Copacabana:
...At the Campa... Camp they called X-Ray...
There was screaming in the air, nobody knew that they were there..
Except for Ozzie...Ozzie Bin-Laden...
Now Ozzies gone and fled, with a price upon his head...
Yes torture and bashin' were always in fashion at the Campa...
...They lost their hair.
(Apologies to Barry)
Feel free to add to the tune, and we can line up on the A40 and sing to them as they land. Then throw flowers at their feet. Then give them lots of our money.
Great stuff.