with apologies to
Tom PaxtonI got a letter from Dub-a-you
It said his latest lie was true
It's time to get your desert khaki, Jack
Though it may seem very queer
We've got no jobs to give you here
So we are sending your ass to Iraq
(Chorus) Now Li'l George Dubya told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
He ain't never been out to the boonies
And though it isn't civil war
We're sending 50,000 more
To help keep the damn Shia from the Sunnis
I jumped out of my Humvee
In search of W.M.D.
But found only a dirty shepherd teen
And though his documents he gave
We packed him off to Abu Ghraib
The waterboard will damn sure make him clean
(Chorus)
I came home from my first tour
Election said its four years more
I told my wife it hadn't been dramatic
And if I scream out "IED!"
It's just the ole PTSD
For painting schools is known to be traumatic
(Chorus)
Now I'm back here in Bagh-dad
My letters say it ain't that bad
The car bombs only go off on the hour
The Mehdi Army welcomes me
With giant flower RPGs
And candy from the snipers sure tastes sour
(Chorus)
Now I walk through this bazaar
The kids dry snipe me from their cars
My sargeant sneaks me Zoloft for the stress
Meanwhile in the old Green Zone
They think that it's a known unknown
How we can get the hell out of this mess
But Li'l George Dubya told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
He ain't never been out to the boonies
And though it isn't civil war
We're sending 50,000 more
To help keep the damn Shia from the Sunnis