SADDAM SHAME
words and music
copyright © 1991 by
Roy Zimmerman
copyright © 1991 by
Roy Zimmerman
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 foriegn nation
So we can 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-long Saudis
Tipping their Stetsons and waving their howdy’s
Then Bust, the Lesser was eager to jump in
He couldn’t find Osama, he had to do sumpin’
To give himself something 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 US 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
Driving around feelin’ groovy
A star spangled banner on every SUV
The Butcher of Bagdad 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, we’ll have to rename ya
And clean out 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's knows?
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 foriegn nation
So we can 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-long Saudis
Tipping their Stetsons and waving their howdy’s
Then Bust, the Lesser was eager to jump in
He couldn’t find Osama, he had to do sumpin’
To give himself something 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 US 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
Driving around feelin’ groovy
A star spangled banner on every SUV
The Butcher of Bagdad 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, we’ll have to rename ya
And clean out 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's knows?
