(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)

Mr. Saddam, such a bad dream
(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)
Uday and Qusay and you, quite a team
(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)
Soon you'll join them, pushing up clover
(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)
Your loathsome, blighted regime is over

Saddam, you got the rope
Your thuggish followers are gonna mope
Did that noose sever your bean?
Mr. Saddam, you crapped your jeans

(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)

Mr. Saddam, end of your dream
(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)
Uday, Qusay, and you, now a dead team
(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)
Your loathsome, blighted regime's over
(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)
Soon you will join them, pushing up clover

Saddam, now you can't mope
In court because you danced on a rope
You're dead as a gutted bream
Mr. Saddam dripped a brown stream

(Hung, hung, hung. . . .)

Mr. Saddam (dead) end of your dream
To run the Mideast with your psycho team
They didn't let 'em shoot, the paparazzi
Hard to bare neck, collar a little starchy
Saddam, found in a hole
(Found in a hole)
Put in another and eaten by moles

Still continues the bad dream
Of post-Saddam Iraq
De- de-ceased
Is Saddam, but still the bad dream

(F*cked, f*cked, f*cked. . . .)