Idi Amin lives next doornI saw him cutting his grassnhe was wearing all his medalsnoverflow pinned to his assnI waved and he smiled at menhe's got some nice white teethnthe kind of neighbor you likenat the dark end of the streetnnHe'd bought lemonade from my daughternwhen she opened up her standnraffle tickets from my sonnto raise money for the school bandnshoveled us out when the snows camenaround here winters can be roughnwould never accept any moneynalways said he had enoughnnHe was flying the Ugandan flagndriven in with a metal spikenbut there's only 6 people in the USnwho know what the flag looks likenso we thought maybe he was Frenchnor a Shriner on the lamnturns out he's a mass murderernand we all said...well I'll be damnednI'll be damnednI'll be damnednnbreak:nBut now the word is outnit seems he's very sick my friendnand when they put his house on the marketnGod knows who may move innnNow the PTA is up in armsnand the council have gathered 'roundnand are trying to pass a lawnbanning dictators from our townnbut not dictators per senjust those with a taste for killingnthe warm hearted ones are still allowednif their pocket books are willingnn(break)nnOh the party never endednand the beer and wine if flowednwhat a man did for fun years backnain't my business don't you knownbut the neighborhood was safenain't no crackheads roaming 'roundnthey must have known old Idinwas watching over this townnnBut now my kids they miss him sonbut I'll tell you things are hardnsince they found old Idi's 18th wifenburied in our yardnthe cops have endless questionsnbut when it's quiet we all smilenand say that big SOB was a great neighbornendless stories we compilenn(verse 1)