My Salute To Saddam
In Baghdad town where everyone was my clown
Me on their strings a pulling
Twas with myself in love I fell
Tizz to my name Saddam they are a bowing.
I’ve been God here for twenty odd years
Though two Bush’s tried to scare me
Nine palaces are where I call my home
They can kiss my behind for trying.
When I look to the east, and I look to the west
I can see no eagle a coming
My Republican Guard is the best there could be
The God of Iraq they are a guarding.
Georgie o Georgie come take your best swing
Then on your face you’ll be a falling
Georgie you know that all my people love me
You come here, face down in the dust you’ll be dying.
What’s this, those birds that we could not see
With all those bombs a falling
Don’t you know that I am the God of Iraq
But, now into a wormhole I’m crawling.
It was here that I hid for a couple of months
My beard growing gray and balding
Georgie o Georgie it’s your name I despise
From a God to a man on trial I’ve fallen
With Quran in hand in a few seconds a swinging
I wonder, does a man really hear his own neck breaking?