He's dead in the gutter,
His ass is toast and jammed.
He's layin' there all bleedy,
Soon will be Saddam.

Dead like his son's brother,
Hope he soon gets slammed.
Now both his sons precede him,
Pow, zing, swoosh and blam.

Now he's a smashed dictator,
He'll make one last mistake.
He's the planet butcher,
Then o'er the coals we rake.

He'll go-out with a sputter.
Roast him like a ham,
There's nobody still needs him.
He's a goner, man,

Won't be nobody mourning,
Such be his demise.
Just can't wait to see him slumping,
As his ass does fry.

No more dread the butcher,
His ass in the can.
His ass won't be retreating,
We're gonna kill Saddam.