There's thirteen hundred and fifty-two weapons of mass destruction
In Baghdad.
And every one of them has turned up missing and is making this President
Look bad.
There's thirteen hundred and fifty-two nucular warheads hidden in the city
Of Baghdad
If he could find 'em all he'd be on the ball but but he miscalculated
A tad.

There's an RPG for every refugee who wants to make a home
In Paradise.
And we seem to confuse all this bad-ass news when we see Mr. Bush
Try to make nice.
But his words are a sham just like in Viet Nam and our boys pay
The price.
And you can bet Mr. Bush wouldn't risk his tush even for Condo-
Leeza Rice!

Baghdad Bombs
Must be made of thin air
Baghdad Bombs
Hard to see as fleas
Baghdad Bombs
No one knows where they are
Baghdad Bombs
Old Saddam was such a tease.

Well they's one hundred and twenty-three thousand seven hundred and thirty-six soldiers on the ground around Baghdad.
And every one of them's a walking target whether they is a
Lassie or somebody's lad.
And the day they get processed home'll make 'em all
Some kind of super glad,
But it won't be any time soon because Mr. Bush is bent on cleaning up the legacy
Of his wimp of a dad.

Baghdad Bombs
Must be made of thin air
Baghdad Bombs
Hard to see as fleas
Baghdad Bombs
No one knows where they are
Baghdad Bombs
Old Saddam's such a tease.