The Iraq war, it is concluded,
Saddam's gone, his power diluted,
We will make their country democratic
But the press don't care, they still give me static
About a smoking gun, they are fanatic,
And I tell you over and over again my friend,
What a pain in the ass finding weapons of mass destruction.

My poll numbers are losing their luster,
Found no mustard gas, though we found mustard,
Located cash in Saddam's coffers,
Found his limo, along with his chauffeur,
We even think we located Jimmy Hoffa,
But I tell you over and over again my friend,
What a pain in the ass finding weapons of mass destruction.

Found chemical drums, but lord have mercy
The label says that they came from New Jersey,
Found Saddam's wardrobe, and we're just guessing
But we think he was into cross-dressing,
His evening gowns were most impressing,
But I tell you over and over again my friend,
What a pain in the ass finding weapons of mass destruction.

I gotta run, much work needs doing,
The economy needs an unscrewing
Schools and health care must get help today,
The infrastructure should be fixed right away,
People need jobs so they can pay their way,
And once we've done that in Iraq, then I say
We can do all that, too, in the U.S. of A
Yes I tell you, over and over and over again my friend
I do believe we're on the eve of construction,
(Hope you all forgot about weapons of mass destruction.)


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