Precision Ass Kicking'

Saddam Hussein is a son of a bitch,

At least once a year he got an itch,

To move his army round and round,

While he stayed camped out underground.

1990 he said move em South,

Go into Kuwait and kick them out,

Take command of their oil fields,

Then he ran into Desert Shield.

Forces pouring in from all around,

Ready for a dog fight on the ground,

Saddam said stack em up in the sand,

We're not leaving let's make a stand,

Bush said you got til the count of three,

I'm unleashing hell from above on thee,

Little sand bunkers won't help you much,

500 pounder has just the right touch.

Surrender is the only way,

You'll see your family another day,

Can't get mad cause you were warned,

Welcome to the thunder of Desert Storm.

B-52 flying by in the sun,

A-10's gotta tank killing gun,

Raven, Eagle and a Falcon too,

Stealth's just gonna fly right through.

Tomahawk missile flying in low,

Keep your eyes open or you'll miss the show,

Gotta loud knocking at your front door,

Precision ass kicking time-need I say more.

Where's your republican guard at now,

Waiving white hankies and crying out loud,

Please mister Bush call off your attack,

We have no energy to fight back.

Sent the Marine Corps to clean em up,

Push em back to Baghdad without their stuff,

Abrams coming so they turn and run,

Can't run any further lay down their guns.

Haven't you learned anything by now,

Can't beat us in the air or on the ground,

100 short hours is all we need,

To put your sorry ass country on its knees.

Next time you feel like getting an itch,

Look back to Desert Storm and remember this,

We can drop it down the chimney of your house,

Precision ass kickin's what it's all about!