In oil, in oil, boil him in oil!
Heat till the skin doth crack
Blood doth run in the blazing sun
Burning old Iraq!
Reliefless sights before our eyes
Men fall wearily in bed
No more smiles in scarred miles
Not until Saddam’s dead!
War’s the thing, then and now
Engulfed by a tidal wave
Wait’s over, unleash old Rover
We’re the home of the brave!
Let’s to it, me lads,
Rip from the chin on down
Not a care where to part his hair
Put on the butcher’s gown!
"OLD OVER NEW"
An argument of old against new suit
Of wise in ways over rash recruit
Is the question of Second Inspection.
What do you do when things astray
When dogs of war have had their say
Things turned in the Opposite Direction
Admit you’re mistaken, things gone wrong
“Mission Accomplished!” refrain in a song
A perfect boomeranged Solution?
Or brazen it out in a hullabaloo
Of lies spread belong in a zoo
Wish for Almighty Retribution?