Capture of Saddam

(Parody of "Ground Hog")

Old Paul Bremer, sent the 4th Infantry, (3x)
To hunt down Saddam, the tyrant Iraqi,
Sad-dam!

Whistle up yer dog and loaden up yer gun…
Away to Tikrit, we'll have great fun…

He's in here, boys, the hole's wore slick…
Run here, Sam, with yer forked stick!…

Git down, Sam, and in there peep…
Fer I think I see him sound asleep…

Stand back, boys, and let's be wise…
Fer I think I see his beaded eyes…

Hold them dogs, boys, don't let' em howl…
I thought I heerd Old Saddam growl…

Run back, Sam, cut a long pole…
Let's roust this bugger right out of his hole…

Back came Sam with a ten-foot pole…
He roused it in Old Saddam's hole…

Now work, boys, work, dig that loam…
We'll bring Old Saddam's bacon home…

I heerd 'im give a whistle, heerd 'im give a wail…
As I wound my stick right in his tail…

Stand back, boys and gi' me some air…
I've got Saddam by his old short hairs…

Up steps Bush with a snigger and a squeak…
"So much for Dean on the cover of Newsweek!"…


Cheerily,
Charley Noble