Mr. Saddam, you've got loyal daughters.
Love as pure as theirs is something rare.
Never sad because you slaughtered Kurds,
Annexed Kuwait and laid waste to marsh Arabs' homes.

If they find that you have killed their husbands,
No big deal! They love you all the same.
Merry widows as long as you're in power.
No need to sulk until your statues tumble down.

Wand'ring about, even into exile,
Your praise they'll shout.
Makes a dad feel so proud!

Not to meet the same fate as their brothers,
Don their veils and scamper from the land,
There proclaiming you great satan's foremost foe,
Meek leader of Iraqi people proud and free.

Fleeting about, even over Jordan,
Won't rat you out.
Makes a dad feel so proud.

Mr. Saddam, you've got loyal daughters!
Mr. Saddam, you've got loyal daughters!
(Repeat and fade)