So long, Mom!
I'm off to get Saddam
And the Taliban!
But while your sweating
I know you're not fretting
We'll get it right
By day and by night
While we're attacking old Kabul
I really think it's possible
To load and drop a passelfull
Of nuclear displays
I only hope
That when it hits
Afghanistan is not the U.S.A's

Little Johnny Jones
He was a U.S. flyer
And no pacifier was he
He was really thrilled when our troops went to war
"We'll give 'em what for
Yip-yippee!"
And this is what he cried, as
He went to get Al-Qaida

So long, Mom
I'm off to get Sadaam
And the Taliban
Here's how it is, Mom
It's not about Islam
Although it may be
'Bout Christianity
Remember, Mater
I'm off to blast a crater
In Baghdad or Kuwait. or
Whoever we hate now!
We'll know for sure
That the war is over
When Dick Cheney comes to take his bow!