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Hey, Iraqis! Now you're my lackeys. How's about getting' back on track with me? That's enough bombin'. Time for pompomin'. Let me cheerlead you in a cheery cheer, "Now we're free." I was the best cheerleader in school, And still excel at playing the fool. So my Iraqis, Though it sounds tacky, I'll be a born again anything, if you'll stop bombin', Anything you want me to be.
Music by Hank Williams |