Saddam Shame
© 1991, 2004
(From "Security")
Thank God we finally had us a war
It's what we've been spending our tax dollars for
Rivers of gore we can wave the flag o'er
Sparking a stock market rally
Soaring as high as the casualty tally
We're fighting for freedom, we know that for sure
Freedom from running our cars on manure
And tell me what could be red, white and bluer
Than bombing a strange foreign nation
So we could all take our summer vacation
Saddam shame, Saddam shame
We all had to learn your damn name
Only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?
George Bush, the Elder, rode into Iraq
And gave 'em a taste of a Big Mac attack
Climbed on his Hummer and said, "I'll be back!"
Passing the peace-loving Saudis
Tippin' their Stetsons and waivin' their howdy's
Then Bush, the Lesser, was eager to jump in
He couldn't find Osama, he had to do sump'in
To give himself somethin' to say when he's stumpin'
People make fun of the POTUS
But he doesn't mind, in fact, he doesn't notice
Saddam shame, Saddam shame
We all had to learn your damn name
Only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?
Iraq is the front in the war against terror
Might be because we invited 'em there or
Perhaps there's some terrible clerical error
Maybe a faulty equation
Like 911 equals U.S. invasion
We are not nation builders we now know for certain
We're building the sovereign State of Halliburton
Ignoring the guy there behind the big curtain
Drivin' around feelin' groovy
The star spangled banner on every SUV
The Butcher of Baghdad was your nom de guerre
A nickname you'll have to be willing to share
Now that we've opened up our own butcher shop there
In fact now we'll have to rename ya
And clean our mess up in Mesopotamia
Saddam shame, Saddam shame
We all had to learn your damn name
Only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who's sane?
Yes, only three questions remain
Who's sane? Who's sane? Who knows?