Well, he's hurtin' with lumbago,
'Cause he's cramped and underground.
And man it stunk down there,
'Cause his underwear,
Was a fillin' up with brown.

He hid out in the rubble,
Sittin' his ass on an old dirt floor,
He's just a low down shady,
On an old dust cover,
With an ass all red and sore.

Saw 'em bag dad underground,
He's the fourth ace to get played down,
His two sons are so long,
They'll croak him like an old bull frog.

His viceroy is a gambler,
As the eight of spades he knows,
He got stuff to share,
And when he sings,
He'll trump the ace I do suppose.

He's not a Muslim fundamental,
But he's a desperado who,
Had him a couple of sons,
That both died with their guns,
But their dad wouldn't join those two.

Saw 'em bag dad underground,
He's the fourth ace to get played down,
His two sons are so long,
They'll croak him like an old bull frog.

Well, Sunday 'bout a week ago,
Put Saddam on ice,
The news traveled fast and far,
Rang out like a chorus,
And did that news entice.

The last time that we saw him,
He was gettin' a medic scan,
Seemed that Baghdad lad was a stressin',
and depressin',
About them searchin' round his can.

Saw 'em bag dad underground,
He's the fourth ace to get played down,
His two sons are so long,
They'll croak him like an old bull frog.

Well, he gave up without fightin',
And when they pulled him from that hole,
Saddam looked like,
A nerved out frazzle,
With some rubble and feces on.

Saw 'em bag dad underground,
He's the fourth ace to get played down,
His two sons are so long,
They'll croak him like an old bull frog.

Saw 'em bag dad underground,
He's the fourth ace to get played down,
His two sons are so long,
They'll croak him like an old bull frog.

Yeah, now his two sons are so long,
They'll croak him like an old bull frog.