there's fightin in the streets,
in Basrah, there's defeat,
and the airborne' come to rid us of Saddam

with the rubble at our feet,
and victory is sweet
we pull down the statue, in the square

I tip my hat to the new coalition,
take a bow, they have done their mission
go out in the streets today
five times a day to pray
and won't get ruled again

the change it had to come
and he knew it all along,
but they blew up all his family, anyway
and we all come to be free
live life in liberty
and never ever want to bow again

I tip my hat to the new coalition,
take a bow, they have done their mission
go out in the streets today
five times a day to pray
and won't get ruled again


i moved myself and my family inside
hoping to be left half alive
I check the vapor trails in the sky
even though I am traumatized, I'll never die


nothing in the street looks any different to me
there's still iraqi guardsmen standing by
though there's whining on the left, we thank those on the right
and the years to come will prove that we were right

I tip my hat to the new coalition,
take a bow, they have done their mission
go out in the streets today
five times a day to pray
and won't get ruled again