Dubya went down to Iraq
He was looking for some oil to steel
He was in a bind
Because the UN couldn't find
Those dreaded WMD's.

When this strange man walked up to him
Speaking with a Swedish accent
This fella jumped up on a pipeline
And said "Dear Mr. 'President'...

I bet you must have known
that your intelligence was skewed.
But if you strike first anyway
A lot of lives will be screwed.
Now as the whole world can tell you
we've searched from block to block
And although you're blind
You can rest your mind
There are no weapons in Iraq."

And Dubya said: "My name is Dubya,
And I may be dumb as sin.
But I'll take their oil
And nuke their soil
'Cause Saddam's as bad as Osama Bin."

Blixi, gather your inspectors
And haul ass out of there
'Cause Dubya's down in Iraq
With his poodle Tony Blair.

And if you don't find those bio
And the chemical labs at bay
Then Dubya will go to war anyway...

Dubya ordered an airstrike and he said,
"I'll start this war"
And a smirk was seen on Dubya's face
Like on the day he 'defeated' Gore
And the troops ran across the desert sand
And The White House was in bliss
And dozens of missiles joined in
And it sounded something like this.

(The sound of exploding rockets hitting buildings)

When the troops secured the oilfields
Dubya said, "That's pretty cool, Saddam,
But sit down in your palace
'Cause my war has just begun."

And he radioed:

"Fire at the Muslims,
Run, Shi'ites, run!
Dubya's in your house, better get your gun.
While Cheney's in his bunker pickin' his ass
Dubya's lookin' forward to cheaper gas."

Hans Blix tapped his head
'Cause he knew that Shrub was whacked
And Dubya would finally get the oil
From the poor people of Iraq.
Dubya said "Blixi just come on back
If you ever wanna search some more
By then I'll be gone over there in Iran
Just starting another war."

And I'll say:

"Fire at the Muslims,
Run, Shi'ites, run!
Dubya's in your house, better get your gun.
While Cheney's in his bunker pickin' his ass
Dubya's lookin' forward to cheaper gas."