Saddam Shame Songtext
von Roy Zimmerman

Thank god we finally had us a war.
It′s what neocons have been hankering for:
Rivers of gore we can wave the flag o'er.
Flaunting oursuperpower staus.
Wringing our hands, saying, "Why do they hate us?"
Thank god we finally nabbed ′ya Saddam,
You horrible threat to our dear uncle Sam.
After you spend 9 months eating goat on the lamb,
While we liberated your country.
Slashing and burning and saving just one tree:
The minis-tree of oil.
Saddam shame.
Saddam shame.
We all had to learn your damn name.
Only three questions remain:
Who's sane,
Who's sane,
Hussein?
Iraq is the front in the war against terror.
Might be because we invited ′em ther′re,


Perhaps there's some terrible clerical error,
Maybe a faulty equation.
Like 911 equals US invasion.
We are not nationbuildiers, we know that for certain.
We′re building the sovereign state of Haliburton.
Ignoring the guy there behind the big curtain.
Ridin' around feelin′ groovy.
A star-spangled banner on every SUV.
Saddam shame.
Saddam shame.
We all had to learn your damn name.
Only three questions remain:
Who's sane,
Who′s sane,
Hussein?
We put you on trial for a jury of your peers:
12 bloody dictators with no careers.
To decide how you'd spend your retirement years.
And you legacy, now that you'd fallen.
(Hitler, but litler; Or Stalin but a smalin′)
It′s an interesting story how we came to hate you.
If you'd never existed we′d have to create you.
And send Donald Rumsfeld to interrogate you.
(And fallate you.)
"You were rutheless and cruel, and you knew it."
"You opressed that whole nation, now, how'd you do it?"
Saddam shame (That′s my Donald Rumsfeld impersonation)
(I'm an abstract imressionist.)
...Who′s sane,
Who's sane,
Hussein?
We shocked 'em and awed ′em and went to the showers.
Mission acomplished... hey, where′s all the flowers?
The tyrant is vanquished and Bagdahd is ours... I mean... theirs.
The incoming Iraqi government.
Or as they say: "The Iraqi government... INCOMING!"
Still you'd have to say somebody screwed ′ya.
If your travel agent sent you to Fallujah.
Now we've learned our lesson: it′s hard to conduct
A war when the pre-war intelligence SUCKED!
Now some say the country is totally f...
Ar...
Beyond anything a well-meaning superpower could ever hope to reconstruct.
But don't try to say we′re not winning.
Hang in there it's only the twenty-third inning.
And it's a double-beheader.
And the new game′s just beginning.
Saddam shame.
Saddam shame.
We all had to learn your damn name.
Only three questions remain:
Who′s sane,
Who's sane,
Who knows?