(instrumental intro)

Saddam threw some luck in my direction.
I want to bomb his land today.
My foes have made much of my oil connection;
Press winked and gave me their okay.
My policies are ripped across the ocean;
Won't stop 'cause it's George Dubya's way.
There's no one to ask why, only devotion.
Ka-boom! My bombs are bright as day.

I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.

We'll pay back and unnerve those traitor nations.
They'll watch us and they'll fear our might.
Hear right wing radio on southern stations;
My dittoheads all itch to fight.
I say let's start this Iraq war; we can't lose.
Oil heaven, war will bring.
Won't wait 'til June; we're ready, don't you get this?
War makes my free ride, ride again.

I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.

(instrumental break)

I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.

When we have won, choke up with pretend mourning.
Send foreign aid toward Iraq's way.
The mess was made 'cause Saddam dodged my warning.
We'll grab their oil and pitch him away.
My policies are ripped across the ocean.
Won't stop 'cause it's George Dubya's way.
There's no one to ask why, only devotion.
Ka-boom! My bombs are bright as day.

I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.

(repeat refrain and fade)