Ding dong ding, Saddam is dead.
Ding dong ding, he’s lost his head.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Everybody shout!
Dong! Dong! His lights are out!
Who’ll be the bell?
“I’ll be the bell!”
What new ringing have you to tell?
“Here it is, here it is; heed it well,
For the funeral dance in the morning swell:
Ding-ding-DING, ding-ding-DING, ding-ding-DING!”