(To be sung to New York, New York from "On The Town" by Leonard Bernstein & Betty Comden. If you'd like to sing along, here's a midi link which opens a second window.)
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
Most hawks say yup, but some others just frown.
Hussein belongs in a hole in the ground.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
The evil places to target are so many,
Or so my staffers say.
I promised Poppy I wouldn't miss on any,
Cause Saddam's got to pay.
Gonna bomb the whole town.
I'll vanquish that clown, I do pray.
Without delay!
Iraq, Iraq, it's an oil lovers place,
I'll give high-fives when I've conquered that space.
Big bucks are there to be taken posthaste.
Iraq, Iraq, it's an oil lovers place.
We'll sail the seas and we'll play a bit of poker,
Over war delays.
We'll stalk Hussein till the fight is really over,
And we can safely say,
The most fabulous sight
Is Iraq's Saddam done away,
Just like I say.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
Most hawks say yup, but some others just frown.
Hussein belongs in a hole in the ground.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
The evil axis will soundly be just flattened,
Cause there is hell to pay.
There's just one thing that I need to feel like Patton.
Got to go my own way,
Waging war is my fate.
Maybe seven...
Or eight.
Every fray
Just makes my day.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
Most hawks say yup, but some others just frown.
Hussein belongs in a hole in the ground.
Iraq, Iraq, I refuse to back down.
