We'll drop bombs, a long way from here
To Iraq they dash, to Saddams moustache
They'll say that he's got weapons again
they went searching for one good reason
found demolished factorys, missiles and railways
and one black "I Love Disneyland" pen

well Ok, they made that up
and now we'll go mess the UN up

If it makes Bush happy,
To go bomb Iraq
If it makes Bush happy,
How'd he choke on potato snacks

Get thumbs down, where to now?
Publish your dossier, about life out there
Don't send in inspectors before
Bring us round, around to your way
If Tony says it's true, then he's as bad as you
And now we won't get to choose

Well OK, Bush says he knows
Only in bits that he won't disclose

If it makes Bush happy
To act like his Dad
If it makes Bush happy
Then what's the evidence he's had

We'll drop bombs, a long way from here
Not for oil and cash, just Saddams moustache
They'll say that he's got weapons again

If it makes Bush happy
To act like his Dad
If it makes Bush happy
Then what's the evidence he's had