Saddam to Gomorrah

In the big black city where the women are so pretty
I found a man, who upon me, would take pity
Walking alone, looking for a payphone, the road to sin was shown
He walked up, with his Coonhound pup, and handed me a cup
In it was the devil's juice, and with it I was put to good use
Fast cars, bad bars, the only thing that man didn't have was mars
Hey, Doll face, how did you end up in a place like this?
I had a rough night, I ain't looking for a fight, but, babe, if you're not careful we just might
From Saddam I went to Gomorrah and found a man, hair like fire and many to inspire
But when the Angeles of god came down and bread with the women, we all went swimming
That man and I, it felt like we could fly