denne sang har vi fundet på nettet – ved ikke hvem der har skrevet den, men jeg har tilføjet omkvædet
To the tune of “She’ll be coming round the mountain”.
The bold text is to be shouted by the public.
If you cannot find Osama, Bomb Iraq. No
If the markets hurt your Mama, Bomb Iraq. No don’t
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy, Bomb Iraq. No we won’t
singing: No No Yankee, don’t you go
singing: No No Yankee, you don’t know
If the corporate scandals growin’, Bomb Iraq.
And your ties to them are showin’, Bomb Iraq.
If the smoking gun ain’t smokin’
We don’t care, and we’re not jokin’
That Saddam will soon be croakin’, Bomb Iraq.
Even if we have no allies, Bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, Bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections
Let’s look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions, Bomb Iraq.
While the globe is slowly warming, Bomb Iraq.
Yay! the clouds of war are storming, Bomb Iraq
If the ozone hole is growing,
Some things we prefer not knowing.
(Though our ignorance is showing) Bomb Iraq.
So here’s one for dear old daddy, Bomb Iraq,
From his favorite little laddy, Bomb Iraq.
Saying no would look like treason
It’s the Hussein hunting season
Even if we have no reason Bomb Iraq.