Townes Van Zandt — Springtime In Uganda

Idi Amin should be hanged 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 metals all over his chest He didn't win them he stole them i guess Ears in his pockets and eyes in his stew Dont try to stop him coz he might eat you chum chum chum chum News papers say he's got social disease He screams in the bathroom whenever he pees His sons and his daughters got syphilitic brains They dont even plug in their electric trains... por qué Idi Amin just got married Instead of champagne they served penicillin Rings on his fingers and soars 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 sheeps and the meadow The cows and the corn He eats their babies as soon as they're born (what an awful shithead) Idi Amin should be hanged 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 Aaaaaaaaamin