Wicked To Hide
(Sung to the tune of "Ticket To Ride" by The Beatles)

(As sung by Dubya the frustrated warmonger)

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My push for war's going bad.
Saddam's gotta pay... yeah!
The world says I'm raving mad,
'Cause I want my way.

Saddam is wicked to hi-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hi-i-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hide
Bombs in his lair.

My throne was given to me,
And I wear the crown... yeah!
Big Oil-run plutocracy
Will take Iraq down...

Saddam is wicked to hi-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hi-i-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hide
Bombs in his lair.

I don't know why my polls aren't so hi-igh...
The press is so nice; I get a free ride, on grease.
Reporters won't be asking me why-y
What kind of advice I took to say, "Fight! No peace."

My push for war's going bad.
Saddam's gotta pay... yeah!
The world says I'm raving mad,
'Cause I want my way.

Saddam is wicked to hi-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hi-i-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hide
Bombs in his lair.

I don't know why my polls aren't so hi-igh...
The press is so nice; I get a free ride, on grease.
Reporters won't be asking me why-y
What kind of advice I took to say, "Fight! No peace."

My throne was given to me,
And I wear the crown... yeah!
Big Oil-run plutocracy
Will take Iraq down...

Saddam is wicked to hi-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hi-i-ide...
Saddam is wicked to hide
Bombs in his lair.

I'm aiming for there...
I'm aiming for there...
I'm aiming for there...
I'm aiming for there...
I'm aiming for there...
I'm aiming for there...