(As sung by Dubya Bush:)

Flashing the word "Go,"
Get Saddam out of our way.
Oilfields we go,
Strafing all the way (rat-tat-tat!)

Kill Saddam, and bring
Oil profits' height.
Our neo-cons all love to sing
Their slaying song to fight, so...

Things are swell, things are swell.
We'll go all the way.
Ol' Saddam will cringe and hide,
For it's him we've come to slay-ay...

Things are swell, things are swell.
We'll go all the way.
Ol' Saddam will cringe and hide,
For it's him we've come to slay.

A year or so ago,
My daddy did confide:
"Hey, son, you're not too bright.
You need folks on your side.
Your polls are in the tank,
So Rove must hatch a plot,
To launch a war to guard your flank
To keep all that you've got."

Now...
Things are swell, things are swell.
We'll go all the way.
Ol' Saddam will cringe and hide,
For it's him we've come to slay-ay...

Things are swell, things are swell.
We'll go all the way.
Ol' Saddam will cringe and hide,
For it's him we've come to slay.

Control by the Right
Is now all but done.
Dems lack nerve to fight.
They can't delay us long.
Saddam is in our way.
His oil meets our need.
Not too long after Christmas Day,
We'll whack him like a weed.

Now...
Things are swell, things are swell.
We'll go all the way.
Ol' Saddam will cringe and hide,
For it's him we've come to slay-ay...

Things are swell, things are swell.
We'll go all the way.
Ol' Saddam will cringe and hide,
For it's him we've come to slay.