Did you eye it, or did you leg it?
And was it legit, when you elbowed in
You may shoulder the blame
I can't believe you have the gall
To look at me at all
Not with all that spleen of shame
And why did you knee him in the balls
I'm sure it took some of them
Could you not have used your loaf
And headed him instead
It was me who footed the bill Fred
Was it you who fingered me to the cops
Or Pops, were you top of the tree crops
Missing the missiles, miles from home
Homing in like a pigeon, to the only
Loving garden gnome
Who stands awaiting Satan to turn up with Adam's bone
But yes I said to Saddam, it was like a bullet to the brain
