That beast of the Middle East. That dictator of Iraq. That butcher of Baghdad. That madman, Saddam.
Let me start all over.
LET ME STELL YOU the tory of that trig bubblemaker.
That east of the Middle Beast. That ictator ofDiraq. That bagger of butchdad. That Sadman, MADDAM
Maddam Hussein.
Maddam has wig beapons of ass mannihilation!
Wo nay is he gonna mannihilate my ass.
Cow hum? 'Cuz of our learless feeder!
The yesident of the Proo-Ess...
Yubble-doo.
YUBBLE-DOO has a Q.I. in the dingle sigits.
He couldn't frick pants on a wap of the murld!
But Yubble-doo thinks he's a datter-lay Raul Pevere.
Lun if by wand, soo if by tea, tam the dorpedos, I have not yet fegun to bite.
Yubble-doo has a core wabinet full of more-wongers.
Like Ronald Dumsfeld. What a nun-gut.
And Chick Daney. What a white ringer.
It's enough to make Colin towel throw in the Powell.
Yeah, but how 'bout all those niece-picks, smot pokers, hee truggers, and laming fliberals?
They wouldn't gick up a pun if Hussolini, Titler, and Mojo were harashooting into Pollywood.
by The Capitol Steps
That nuke wouldn't see a fluke if one humped him on his bed.
And now the a Srench are causing a ftench! La la oo, Pay Garee. What a mile of perde.
We oughtta give those flogs a good frogging. Franky-spanky, franky-spanky.
And now all the Squirmens are german! Those snouts aughta keep thier crauts outta this!
And how 'bout N.U.? What a blouse of ho-hards.
Full of boo-tit, hin-torn shictaterdips.
At least we have one frig bend who's trot to hot.
Blony Tair. He is yandsome, hung, and hung-go. Liff upper stiff, in the tittish brabloids.
THE STORAL of my mory is this:
Set get for stesert dorm, tart poo. Alias, thurld war wee!
Yucky lou!
Except this time, there's no Norman Storman.
Only a lunch of boozers.