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