We never knew much about Baghdad,
It’s plumb ‘cross the County Line,
They never liked us, and we never liked them,
And that used to be just fine.

Sheriff Bush hated that Baghdad sheriff,
Said he was an evil dude
We hadda blow up his chicken coop,
Cause he had a bad attitude.

The sheriff, he says, “You can’t fool me,
There’s nukes in yer chicken coop!”
Baghdad sheriff says, “Who’d believe that?
We ain’t even got chicken soup!”

Now, Sheriff Bush had this trigger-happy posse,
They were hankerin’ to bag big game,
They were armed to the teeth and ready to boogie,
It was unpatriotic to complain.

So he says to his posse, you go fight,
I’ll fan red neck pride.
‘Cause God and guns kicks anybody’s ass,
And both of them are on our side.

So now Sheriff Bush has a homestead,
In the nice warm desert sand,
It looks quite a lot like a shootin’ war,
But the sheriff says it’s going as planned.

The sheriff’’s poor posse is dodgin’ bullets,
And good will is mighty slim pickin’s,
‘Cause folks get testy and tend to fight back,
When ya blow up all their chickens.

So, meanwhile, back at the ranch,
Sheriff Bush twirls his gun,
And says with a smirk that dyin’s hard work
But we never will cut and run.