Good Kind Dubbayu looked down
On a map of Baghdad
On his face he wore a frown
For Saddam had been bad.
Brightly shone the lamps that night
Though late was the hour
Planning how our forces might
Topple him from pow-ow-er.

"Hither, Rummy, stand by me.
Shut the door and lock it.
Find the house where he may be,
Hit it with a rocket."
"Sir he moves about each night."
"He must think he's witty.
But we'll finish him all right.
Level the whole ci-i-ty."

"Bring me bombers, bring me tanks,
Bring me Kurdish fighters.
We will free Iraq soon thanks
To all these all-nighters.
Many-a chance we gave the lout
To disarm, he would not.
I've resolved to drive him out
Though my daddy cou-ould not."

Forth into the war they went,
Dubbayu and Rummy.
And although they got the gent
Folks called Bush a dummy.
Fighting went from bad to worse
With the insurrection.
"Rummy we must stay the course
Till Iraq's ele-ec-tion."

"Sir the government's in place,
Saddam's trial's in session.
If we leave we might save face
For mid-term elections."
"Rummy we can't leave that land
Sooner than we oughter,
Or the press will come home and
Focus on my dau-augh-ters."