Please tell me I’m not only one who is thinking of the money-pit-human-slaughterhouse of Viet Nam. Country Joe’s I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-To-Die Rag oughtta ring a few bells. Here ya go, with a “modern” twist:
Gimme an F!
F!
Gimme a U!
U!
Gimme an C!
C!
Gimme an K!
K!
What’s that spell ?
FUCK!
What’s that spell ?
FUCK!
What’s that spell ?
FUCK!
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He’s got himself in a pissing contest
Way down yonder in the Middle East
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it’s one, two, three
Why are we overseas ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a fuck,
Next stop is effin’ Iraq;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers down on your luck,
Pack your boys off to Afghanistan or Iraq.
Come on fathers, don’t hesitate,
Send ‘em off before it’s too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it’s one, two, three
Why are we overseas ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a fuck,
Next stop is effin’ Iraq;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let’s move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those towel heads —
The only good Muslim is the one who’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come.
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we overseas ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a fuck,
Next stop is effin’ Iraq;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, come on Wall Street, don’t move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There’s plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They don’t drop it on the Green Zone.
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we overseas ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a fuck,
Next stop is effin’ Iraq;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
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