Saddam Shame

Roy Zimmerman

Originale	2004 Version Versione 2004
SADDAM SHAME	SADDAM SHAME
Thank God we finally had us a war	Thank God we finally had us a war
It's what we've been spending our tax dollars for	It's what we've been spending our tax dollars for
The rivers of gore we can wave the flag o'er	Rivers of gore we can wave the flag o'er
Sparking a stock market rally	Sparking a stock market rally
Soaring as high as the casualty tally	Soaring as high as the casualty tally
Our statement of purpose was to liberate	We're fighting for freedom, we know that for sure
That lovable serfdom we know as Kuwait	Freedom from running our cars on manure
But if we should eliminate one head of state	And tell me what could be red, white and bluer
Iraq doesn't need a dictator	Than bombing a strange foreign nation
Just an American administrator	So we could all take our summer vacation
Saddam shame, Saddam shame	Saddam shame, Saddam shame
We all had to learn your damn name	We all had to learn your damn name
Only three questions remain	Only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?	Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?
We were fighting for freedom, that much is for sure	George Bush, the Elder, rode into Iraq
Freedom from running our cars on manure	And gave 'em a taste of a Big Mac attack
And tell me what could be red, white and bluer	Climbed on his Hummer and said, "I'll be back!"
Than bombing a strange foreign nation	Passing the peace-loving Saudis
So we can all take our summer vacation	Tippin' their Stetsons and waivin' their howdy's
The Butcher of Baghdad was your nom de guerre	Then Bush, the Lesser, was eager to jump in
A nickname you'll have to be willing to share	He couldn't find Osama, he had to do sump'in
When we open up our own butcher shop there	To give himself somethin' to say when he's stumpin'
You bombed and gassed your own people	People make fun of the POTUS
But they followed you to our slaughterhouse just like sheep'll	But he doesn't mind, in fact, he doesn't notice
Saddam shame, Saddam shame	Saddam shame, Saddam shame
We all had to learn your damn name	We all had to learn your damn name
Only three questions remain	Only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?	Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?
Our president worked for the Central Intel...	Iraq is the front in the war against terror
ligence Agency and before that for Shell	Might be because we invited 'em there or
We know if he's lying he's doing it well	Perhaps there's some terrible clerical error
Yes, he studied popular phonics	Maybe a faulty equation
And he's learned the lessons of history...onics	Like 911 equals U.S. invasion
Yes, we're the world champions of democracy	We are not nation builders we now know for certain
So we'll keep sending our military	We're building the sovereign State of Halliburton
'Til every nation is sovereign and free	Ignoring the guy there behind the big curtain
All the while intoning our mantra	Drivin' around feelin' groovy
Nam myoho renge and aid to the contra	The star spangled banner on every SUV
Now I could have told you that right would prevail	The Butcher of Baghdad was your nom de guerre
So three cheers, hurrah, bravo, right-on, hail, hail!	A nickname you'll have to be willing to share
To President Bush and Vice President ... uh...	Now that we've opened up our own butcher shop there
And the brave men and women in khaki	In fact now we'll have to rename ya
And our best to every remaining Iraqi	And clean our mess up in Mesopotamia
Saddam shame, Saddam shame	Saddam shame, Saddam shame
We all had to learn your damn name	We all had to learn your damn name
Only three questions remain	Only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?	Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?
Yes, only three questions remain	Yes, only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who knows?	Who's sane? Who's sane? Who knows?