While we're all Baghdad-storming,
I won't put up with pacifists,
'Cause I know war's necessary, war's necessary.

When I'm out at the noontime,
I despise your anti-war signs.
You say no war is okay, no war is okay.

We will blow him up, blow him up.
We'll take Sadaam's crown.
Yes we'll blow him up, blow him up.
We'll take Sadaam down.

I'm mortified, at your misspelled picket signs.
Mortified, that you'd act this way, this way.

We will give Iraq freedom,
Still you question George's wisdom.
If you don't like Dubya's way, just leave the U.S.A., okay?

When are you shutting up, shutting up?
Enough of your crap!
You know they'd shoot you up, shoot you up
If this was Iraq...

I'm mortified
At your misspelled picket signs.
Mortified,
That you'd act this way, this way.

We're more that oceans away from the war.
(I bet Dubya's dad wishes he'd killed him before!)
You wouldn't protest this way, were Hussein next door-
You'd want your own gun, want your own gun, yeah...

I'm mortified, at your misspelled picket signs.
Mortified, that you'd act this way, this way.