Francine: Greatest country in the world?
♪♪ We packed our bags, we hopped a plane ♪♪
♪♪ We left our happy home ♪♪
Stan: Uhh, Francine, singing's kind of illegal here...
Francine: ♪♪ The culture seemed a bit insane but you said, hey, when in Rome... ♪♪
Stan: Uh, Seriously Francine, ixnay on the inging-ay
Francine: ♪♪ Maybe you got no reason to complain, but I've got no Y chromosome... ♪♪
So here's what I don't like about Saudi Arabia...
♪♪ You can’t go out unless you are escorted by a man, ♪♪
♪♪ And when you do, you come home with a butt crack full of sand. ♪♪
♪♪ No alcohol, no rum and cokes and no Dom Perignon, ♪♪
♪♪ At least a girl can have a smoke. ♪♪
Man: But not on Ramadan!
Francine: ♪♪ 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. ♪♪
Stan: Okay Francine we get it.
Francine: 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! ♪♪
♪♪ Oh it’s so awfully grand. ♪♪
Stan: ♪♪ Come on Francine stop singing. ♪♪
Francine: ♪♪ If you are a man. ♪♪
Stan: ♪♪ I’m only back up singing. ♪♪
Francine: ♪♪ If you don’t take me home soon Stan, I think I’m gonna hurl. ♪♪
♪♪ It’s the worst place in the world. ♪♪
Stan: I started this point system and she’s way behind.
Francine: ♪♪ I only want to see the world, explore and socialize, ♪♪
♪♪ But in this town I can’t so much as look at other guys, ♪♪
♪♪ ‘Cause if I did, they’d call me harlot, whore, adulteress, ♪♪
♪♪ I bet my last riyal you fellas won’t approve of this. ♪♪
♪♪ Who wants a kiss? ♪♪
♪♪ It’s great if you're from Mars, but not if you're from Venus, ♪♪
♪♪ If you wanna drive a car, you better have a penis. ♪♪
♪♪ So if you’ve got a vagina. ♪♪
Man: Ooh!
Francine: ♪♪A vulva. ♪♪
Man: Eee!
Francine: ♪♪ A clitoris. ♪♪
Man: What is a clitoris? *Stan shrugs shoulders*
Francine: ♪♪ And a labia... You see where I’m going with this. ♪♪
♪♪ Stay the hell away from Saudi Arabia! ♪♪
Man: WHORE! *Francine is thrown into a transportable jail cell*
Francine: STAN! *Stan looks on in silence, end scene.*
