I’m living in the room they found Saddam in
Nothing ever came of my family planning
Living in the room they found Saddam in now
I’m living in the room they found Saddam in
Not much of a room to give a damn in
Living in the room they found Saddam in now

And here’s Bin Laden
He’s hanging out
And here’s Lord Lucan
He’s hanging out
And here’s Al Qaeda
Hanging out with me
Can’t you see?

I’m living in the room they found Saddam in
Not enough room here to swing a cat
Sleeping on the floor of the room where they found Saddam.
The walls are sweaty and the place is ramming
Don’t wanna spend the rest of my natural here
Kipping on the floor of the room where they found Saddam.

And here’s Bin Laden
He’s hanging out
The dumb CIA can’t find him
And here’s Che Guevara
Hanging out with me
Can’t you see?

If I could just take a minute to tell you my plan
If I could just take a minute to tell you
So simple 3 or 4 monkeys,
They would understand
So hold on, let me see if I can reach you
Then I’ll be gone
I should be gone
And you can smile
Would I tell you lies?

Julian Cope – I’m living in the room they found Saddam, da Citizen Cain’d (2005)