Springtime in Uganda - Blaze Foley

Idi Amin should be hung by his nose

In front of his palace without any clothes

Tied up with barbed wire and beat up with sticks

Relieved of his insides and filled up with bricks

He calls on his neighbors for three meals a day

He don’t save his scraps he just throws them away

Hangs them and shoots them and tells God they died

He likes them toasted and pickled and fried

Kampala Uganda on Saturday night

Idi Amin just stepped out for a bite

The waitress she ask him, «Can I help you please?»

Platter of elbows, a bowl full of knees

He has got medals all over his chest

He didn’t win them he stole them I guess

Ears in his pockets and eyes in his stew

Don’t try to stop him 'cause he might eat you (chomp chomp chomp chomp)

Newspapers say he’s got social disease

He screams in the bathroom whenever he pees

His sons and his daughters got syphilitic brains

They don’t even plug in their electric trains (poor kids)

Idi Amin just got married again

Instead of champagne they served penicillin

Rings on his fingers and sores on his toes

His shankers go with him wherever he goes

Even his doggy got syphilis too

If you were his doggy he’d give it to you

The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn

He eats their babies as soon as they’re born (what an awful shithead)

Idi Amin should be hung by his balls

Cut into pieces and tacked to the walls

So all of his horses and all of his men

Could never put Idi together again

Could never put Idi together again

Amin