Got on a plane in Afghanistan and got off in baghdad.
I walked into Saddam's world,
A good place that had gone bad.
I could have gone to Korea or I could have shot up France.
But the draft had told me differently.
Now there's sand all in my pants.
13 weeks and 15 days, the last ones were the worst.
I could've died from friendly fire and I could've died of thirst.
No place to run to where we did not see Saddam's mug.
When we find Hussein, I'll drive him insane, and kill that Iraqi thug.

Cause I'm still in Bahdad. I'm still in Baghdad. I'm still in baghdad.
In my mi-i-ind.

The ground at home was covered in grass,
And I was covered in sand.
Looks like Saddam got away.
Damn the Koreans for giving him a hand.
Everybody says he's gone
That he's split, and there's nothing to trace.
But we'll keep searching for the bitch, and put him in his place!

Cause I'm still in Bahdad. Still in Bahdad.
I'm still in Bahdad. in my mi-i-ind!

Every now n then, when it rains,
He comes outside, and looks for planes.
He can't find Allah, he feels ashamed.
We think someday, he'll go insane!

That's been 10 long weeks ago,
and the planes have flown on by.
But now and then he sticks out his head,
eyes searching through the sky.
All he hears is the sound of an F-16's thruster
It dropped the bomb, look out Saddam,
It's finally a bunker buster!
Cause I'm,

Still in baghdad. Still in baghdad. I am still in Baghdad. In my mind
...I am Still in Baghdad. Yes I'm still Bahdad in my mi-i-nd. Still in bahdad.