CST Approved

Borat Sagdiyev, a journalist from Kazakhstan, is actually a fictitious act played by Sacha Baron Cohen, also know as Ali G. He once wrote this song in order to test the audience reaction:

When the song begins, you can see Borat candidly standing with his guitar.
A fellow guitarist is sitting behind him, ready to play.
A cameraman is standing next to the scene, recording this episode for the television. Borat announces his song, some people cheer him.
Borat begins with this Borat-esque verse:

In my country there is problem, and that problem is transport. It take very very long, because Kazakhstan is big.

The attention gets caught by the stupid lyrics and Borat's strange accent.
The cameraman goes through the audience. We notice the "No cigare or pipe smoking" behind the counter.
There comes the first chorus:

Throw transport down the well, so my country can be free, we must make travel easy, then we'll have a big party

Borat invites the public to repeat after him but they're still undecided. Some people anyway begin to beat the tempo with him.
Borat can now go on with his song's meat:

In my country there is problem, and that problem is the Jew, they take everybody money, and they never give it back

The cowboys turn their heads to him. The camera focusses on the people. They don't smile but they don't look disgusted either. They may look sceptical (especially the women), but they smile. Borat goes on with his second chorus:

Throw the jew down the well, so my country can be free, you must grab him by his horns, then we have a big party

The fish has bitten. Borat has caught both their attention and sympathy. They repeat after him and cheers everytime Borat's not singing. There comes the last part:

If you see the Jew coming, you must be carefull of his teeth, you must grab him by his money, and I tell you what to do

Borat now repeats the previous chorus. The public still won't repeat the "Throw the Jew" bit the first time (they only repeat the evenly numbered verses) but they'll cheer him anyway and keep thumpin' and clappin'. The second time, triggered by a drunk woman, all of them finally sing the whole chorus. They all applaud, cheer, whistle or "yipee" in the end.