Baghdad Stomp

I guess "Easy Street" might be a kind of low-key protest song, since Bob Dylan called his "finger-pointing" songs, and it sort of does that. This song, written on the eve of our current war also sort of does it. Needless to say, it went out of date within a month of my writing it.
In retrospect, I never liked the smarty-pants self-reference in the last verse.

Baghdad Stomp
Operator, Washington here , get me Baghdad, please
I’ve got a warning for the Iraqis
Dubya’s pointy stick’s aimed at your eye
So, bend over, put your head down, and kiss your ass goodbye

Hello Mr. Hussein, this is your wake up call
A Cruise missile’s comin’ straight down your front hall
Smart bombs are rainin’, rainin’ from the sky
So, bend over, put your head down, and kiss your ass goodbye

Hey Saddam we don’t like you; we want your oil wells
And we don’t mind blowing your country all to hell
Didn’t get you last time, so we’ll have another try
Just sit down, get your head down, and kiss your ass goodbye

You’re a threat to world peace, and the international community,
I guess that means everyone who drives an SUV.
Gotta get ya now, though we don’t know why.
So assume the position, baby, and just kiss your ass goodbye.

Dubya wants to rock the kasbah, wants to hear the Muezzin wail.
He wants to knock your temple walls down and make every minaret fall.

Hey Baghdad, turn the TV on and tune in CNN
Pretty soon we’re gonna be bombardin’ you again
You’ll be able to watch it live when you die
So get ready, it’s almost time to kiss your ass goodbye.

Dubya wants to rock the kasbah, wants to hear the Muezzin wail.
He wants to knock your temple walls down and make every minaret fall.

If you think this song is sick, and you wonder why
I joke about it when so many people are about to die,
My answer is if I didn’t joke I’d have to cry
If you don’t like what I say, you can kiss my ass. Goodbye.