Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saddam Hussein, artist - Dick Valentine. Album song Here Come the Bags!, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 20.04.2015
Record label: Dick Valentine
Song language: English
Saddam Hussein |
| Now listen boys and girls |
| It’s an interesting world |
| Sometimes you gotta cut your way through the cane |
| For instance 2004 |
| When the casualties of war |
| Were being washed away by the television rain |
| They shouted fear through a can |
| Gave us a new boogie man |
| And they assured us he was quite insane |
| So we sent in the soldiers |
| The sexy, sexy soldiers |
| To introduce that boy to a little pain |
| Hey |
| And what are we gonna find on his computer |
| And in the Pentagon I hear there’s a |
| jar just waiting for his brain (Yes) |
| Which one of you boys is going to step up and be the shooter |
| Of Saddam Hussein |
| Now they told us that we got 'em |
| Around the time we hit the bottom |
| I felt good, ‘cause you know hated the son of the bitch |
| I said «If you got chips then bring them |
| Let’s watch the hangman swing him |
| Lord don’t it feel good to finally scratch this little itch.» |
| How many Kuwati brides are chained up in his palaces |
| I don’t know |
| And how much of his madness can be explained |
| Oh no |
| How much do you think we could get for his priceless chalices |
| Hey |
| How much for the skin suit of Saddam Hussein |
| Now it’s all just white noise |
| We brought home most of our boys |
| With the exception of the thousands who were slain |
| And like so many of you |
| I dream in red, white and blue |
| And I think Abel had it coming from Cain |
| But a spectre came and shook me in the |
| middle of the night (In the middle of the night) |
| And I hope that I never see his face again (Oh no) |
| And nothing could ever prepare me for the sight it showed me |
| Of Donald Rumsfeld with Saddam Hussein |
| Now the voters on side |
| There’s no end to this ride |
| And there’s a cloven hoofed doctor on this drain |
| And when George W. Bush |
| Paints a portrait of his feet |
| You can see the wheels of freedom turning in his brain (Yeah) |
| There’s a young boy in the Falkland Islands (Yeah) |
| And there’s another one fighting the bulls in Spain (Yeah) |
| From the cliffs of Dover all the way up to the Highlands (Yeah) |
| I know that one of them gonna grow up to be the next Saddam Hussein |
| Yeah… yeah… yeah… |
| Hey… yey… yey… |