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To the tune of "If You're Happy And You Know It"...
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| Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq. From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq. | |
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| So to hell with the inspections; Let's look tough for the elections, Close your mind and take directions, Bomb Iraq. | |
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| Cute song, Karl, but I told you to stay out of my seat. | |
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