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you might remember this one.
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag - 2003
(With apologies to Country Joe McDonald)
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's stuck between a hard place and a rock
Way over there in damned Iraq
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
Refrain:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Oil of course, why is that a shock?
Next stop is damned 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 smoke out those terrorists -
Kill all them Arabs, they'll not soon be missed
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
(Refrain)
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, it's to war we must go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that when the bombin's bad,
They come down on good 'ole Bagdad.
(Refrain)
Well, come on mothers, we're on the clock,
Pack your boys off to damned 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.
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag - 2003
(With apologies to Country Joe McDonald)
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's stuck between a hard place and a rock
Way over there in damned Iraq
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
Refrain:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Oil of course, why is that a shock?
Next stop is damned 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 smoke out those terrorists -
Kill all them Arabs, they'll not soon be missed
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
(Refrain)
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, it's to war we must go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that when the bombin's bad,
They come down on good 'ole Bagdad.
(Refrain)
Well, come on mothers, we're on the clock,
Pack your boys off to damned 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.