Springtime In Uganda

	  		 

Verse 1:
 
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Idi Amin should be hung by his nose 
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In front of his palace without any clothes 
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Tied up with barbed wire and beat up with sticks 
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Relieved of his insides and filled up with bricks 

Verse 2:
 
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He calls on his neighbors for three meals a day 
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He don't save his scraps he just throws them away 
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Hangs them and shoots them and tells God they died 
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He likes them toasted and pickled and fried 

Verse 3:
 
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Kampala, Uganda on Saturday night 
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Idi Amin just stepped out for a bite 
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The waitress she ask him, "Can I help you please?" 
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Platter of elbows, a bowl full of knees 

Verse 4:
 
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He has got medals all over his chest 
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He didn't win them he stole them I guess 
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Ears in his pockets and eyes in his stew 
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Don't try to stop him 'cause he might eat you (chomp chomp, chomp chomp) 

Verse 5:
 
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Newspapers say he's got social disease 
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He screams in the bathroom whenever he pees 
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His sons and his daughters got syphilitic brains 
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They don't even plug in their electric trains (poor kids) 

Verse 6:
 
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Idi Amin just got married again 
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Instead of champagne they served penicillin 
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Rings on his fingers and sores on his toes 
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His shankers go with him wherever he goes 

Verse 7:
 
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Even his doggy has got syphilis too 
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If you were his doggy he'd give it to you 
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The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn 
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He eats their babies as soon as they're born 

Verse 8:
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Idi Amin should be hung by his balls 
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Cut into pieces and tucked to the walls 
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So all of his horses and all of his men 
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Could never put Idi together again 
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Could never put Idi together again 
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A-min