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The Iraqi War Song

Dr. Leonard Horowitz
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Give me an S
Give me a C
Give me a A
Give me a M
What's that spell? SCAM!!

Come on all of you dumbed down men.
The son of a Bush needs your help again.
He's got us all in a terrorist jam.
When daddy sent chemicals off to old Saddam, so
Roll up your sleeves for vaccines in your arm,
They don't tell you that they’re doing you harm!

And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Most people know it's a scam, next stop is old Baghdad.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, we've got no minds to question why, Whoopee we're all gonna die

Now prepare yourselves generals for the big blast
India and Pakistan are heating up fast
Why you should go out and kill Afghans is
Cause the only good Taliban is one that's dead.
They say global peace can only be won
When they blast us all to kingdom come

And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
The clueless just don't give a damn, Where the hell is Pakistan?
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well with Prozac minds we don't care to know why,
whoopee we're all gonna die.

Now come on Wall Street don't be slow,
why man, this is war so go-go-go
There's plenty of big fortunes to be made,
supplying the Chinese with the tools of its trade.
Just hope and pray that if they start the bombing,
they'll drop them on Osama Bin Laden.

And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
The clueless just don't give a damn Wag-the-dog at old Saddam.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, we've got no time to wonder why, whoopee
we're all gonna die.

So come on mothers throughout the land
pack your boys off to old Baghdad
come on fathers don't hesitate
send your girls too before their wedding date
Be the first ones on your block to have your kids
come home in a box

And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
The clueless just don't give a damn, about the oil in Afghanistan
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, Rockefeller says the population's too high, and half of us need to die.

So come on all of you dumbed down men,
That son of a Bush needs your help again,
He's got us all in a terrorist jam.
Ousting daddy's partner - old Saddam,
So don't roll up your sleeves for any shots in your arm. It's just smarter to
stay on the farm. That's all.
Don't you know it's a scam!



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