Hello Harold. Hello Kumar
Here you are at Guantanamo
They thought your bong was bomb now
So you’re imprisoned with no appeal or trial

Situation got its assist
Thought Kumar was a terrorist
Since pot couldn’t wait till later
They assumed he was a member of Al-Queda

Everyone they meet is moronic
And the agent is a bigot.
If he really were a smarty
He’d search for them at a bottomless pool party

The hick Cyclops makes them cower
Then they again meet Doogie Houser
Says that this is where God brought him
Neil Patrick Harris, you are f***ing awesome!

Interrupting their treks,
Kumar wants to find his ex
And stop her from marrying a douche
But Harold gets pissed off his friend just wants to get screwed

Vanessa’s fiancé’s connections could help them to stay
Out of Guantanamo Bay
He tells them to get bent so they went
& dropped in on the president

Harold and Kumar smoke marijuana
With president, George W.
He gives them pardons. Boosts their luck up
Cause with this guy after all what’s one more freakin’ f***-up?

Wait a minute, almost forgot
The whole premise, behind this plot!
Find Maria in Ampersterdam, see
Harold and Kumar can’t wait for your trilogy!