Saudi Arabia American Dad

We packed our bags, we hopped a plane
We left our happy home
(Uh, Francine singing's kind of illegal here)
The culture seemed a bit insane
But you said "hey, when in Rome"
(Uh, seriously Francine, ixnay on the ingi...)
Maybe you've got no reason to complain
But I've got no Y chromosome

So here's what I don't like about Saudi Arabia, hit it!
*background music picks up*

You can't go out unless you are escorted by a man
And when you do you come back with a buttcrack full of sand
No alcohol, no rum and cokes and no Dom Perignon
At least a girl can have a smoke (but not on Ramadan)

Oh, it's a land of joy
If you are a boy
But if you are a girl
It's the worst place in the world

(Ok Francine we get it)
Oh, but I'm just getting started:

American girls, we do pilates
Starve ourselves until we're hotties
Why? Because we like our bodies
Check me out you uptight Saudis