Come on Saddam, please don't cry
      did you really think we'd hang you out to dry
      all those years and years ago we promised you the best
      now it's time for you to join the rest
      of the shahs and sheiks and generals on the run
      stay on the payroll, enjoy the Sun
      it's a tradition: the welcome party's begun
      avoiding extradition was never so fun

        So come on down,
        you washed up dictators
        enjoy the sunshine
        watch out for the 'gators
        come on down, come on down
        to Club Fed
        it's the place to hide
        when the world thinks you're dead

      take care of business from overseas
      you can live here in style indulging all your fantasies
      virgin girls, and whipping-boys who like to role-play
      come on down to Club Fed: have it your way
      Saddam, you're booked in palace 21
      It's got a built-in dungeon for your kind of fun
      living here beats a life on the run
      yes, we faked all the photos -- you can stay here with your sons

        So come on down,
        you washed up dictators
        enjoy the sunshine
        watch out for the 'gators
        come on down, come on down
        to Club Fed
        it's the place to hide
        when the world thinks you're dead

      trust the man in the suit when the borders are closed
      the CIA will bring you here, when you're deposed
      just like Dorothy, you can never go home
      there's so many friends to meet, you'll never be alone
      meet Noriega, we tired of his rule
      there's Imelda Marcos, her shoes look so cool
      the Shah of Iran, he's nobody's fool
      you can meet Osama, hanging out down by the pool

        So come on down,
        you washed up dictators
        enjoy the sunshine
        watch out for the 'gators
        come on down, come on down
        to Club Fed
        it's the place to hide
        when the world thinks you're dead