Iraq Is Mine
(Sung to the tune of "The Girl Is Mine" by Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong

As sung by King George Bush and his British poodle, Prime Minister Tony Blair:

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(instrumental intro)

(Bush:)
Every night Saddam had filled my dreams.
Plotted for war from the start.
I'm so proud I was the Chosen One
Who has torn Iraq apart.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Iraq is mine...
Tony, their goddamn oil is mine

(Tony Blair:)
I don't understand the way you think.
Saying Iraq oil's yours, not mine.
Winning war votes through your killing teams.
Dubya, do not waste my time.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.

(Blair:)
You got your war through me (though it wasn't fair).

(Bush:)
No, I got it friendlessly (I don't want to share).

(Bush and Blair:)
Iraq must follow me...
Just one crown.

(Bush:)
Not for both, so don't blather.
War I've won, little brother.
It's my way, and no other.
Cause it's my world, not yours whatsoever.

(Blair:)
You built up my hopes to be let down.
We could be charged with war crimes.

(Bush):
I had to tell you I'm the Conqueror.
You've been had, that's what you'll find.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.

(Bush and Blair:)
It's mine... it's mine....
No, no, no, it's mine....
Iraq is mine... Iraq is mine...
Iraq is mine... Iraq is mine...

(Blair:)
The oil is mine, yep, it's mine...
The oil is mine, yep it's mine...

(Bush:)
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.
Their oil is mine, the oil is mine...

(Blair, spoken:)
Dubya, we're not going to fight about this, okay?

(Bush, spoken:)
Tony, I thought I told you, I'm a ruler, you're a spider.

(Blair, protesting:)
No one would fall for war, Dubya.
You told me that I'm your more clever "brother," since last November....

(Bush, sneering:)
Well, after helping me, you're dead. Hey, I've got three other brothers.

(Blair, shocked:)
You've left me for dead?

(Bush, sneering:)
Don't you dread it? Poll booth reaming!

(Blair, singing dejectedly:)
I don't be-lieeeeeeve it!

(Bush and Blair:)
Their oil is mine (mine, mine...)
Their oil is mine (mine, mine...)

(repeat last refrain and fade)