His name was Sadaam
He was a tyrant
Torture was his flair
His mercy was really rare
He would make weapons
Get lotsa anthrax
And when he tried to go too far
The US said "it's time for war"
across the desert floor
bombs dropped more and more
He was dumb and he had Iraq
But his ambition soared...

Yes...at the palace
Palace in Baghdad
A few miles northwest of Basra
at the palace...
Palace in Baghdad
Anthrax and Nerve gas were always the fashion
at the palace...

He went insane...
His name was Saddam
He wore a baret
He escorted prisoners to a chair
He shot him standing there
And when he finished
He watched it over
Sadaam went a bit too far
When he taped his victims cries
And then the missiles flew
His bases smashed in two
There was blood and burning oil
But his soldiers flew

at the palace
Palace in Baghdad
A few miles northwest of Basra
at the palace...
Palace in Baghdad
Anthrax and Nerve gas were always the fashion
at the palace...

He lost Kuwait...

(long musical interlude)

His name is Sadaam
He's still a tyrant
That was 10 years ago
During that gulf war show
Now he's "disarmed" now
That's what he tells us
Still telling lies about his wares
Hiding weapons under inspector's hairs
He sits there thinking we are blind
And thinks we lost our mind
He lost Kuwait and lost his Army
Now he'll LOSE IRAQ...

at the palace
Palace in Baghdad
A few miles northwest of Basra
at the palace...
Palace in Baghdad
Anthrax and Nerve gas were always the fashion
at the palace...

Don't fall for it...
Don't fall for it...