I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag
Country Joe and The Fish| Original | Versione 2002 adattata alla guerra in Iraq |
| I-FEEL-LIKE-I'M-FIXIN'-TO-DIE RAG Gimme an F! F! Gimme an U! U! Gimme a C! C! Gimme a 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 terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun, We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; 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 reds — The only good commie 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 fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; 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. Huh! 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 drop it on the Viet Cong. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. 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 throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam. 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 What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. 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. | The Iraqi War Song (or Feel Like I'm Smelling a Rat Rag) A song by Country Bumpkin and the Hogs©2002 Give me an S! S! Give me a C! C! Give me an A! A! Give me an M! M! What's that spell? Scam! What's that spell? Scam! What's that spell? Scam! Come on all of you dumbed down men, that son of a Bush needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrorist jam, when daddy sent chemicals off to old Saddam. So roll up your sleeves for vaccines in your arm, they don't tell you that they're doin' you harm And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for? Most know it's the same old scam, next stop is old Baghdad. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, we've got no mind to question why, whoopee, we're all gonna die Now prepare yourselves generals for the big blast, India and Pakistan are heating up fast. Why you should go out and kill Afghans is cause the only good Taliban is one that's dead. They say that global peace can only be won, when they blast us all to kingdom come And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for? The clueless just don't give a damn, where the hell is Pakistan? And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates With Prosac minds we don't care to know why, whoopee, we're all gonna die. Now come on Wall Street don't be slow, why man this is war so go, go, go. There's plenty of big fortunes to be made, by supplying the Chinese with tools of the trade. Just hope and pray that if they start the bombing, they'll drop them on Osama bin Laden And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for? Most know it's the same old scam, Wag the dog at ol' Saddam. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, we've got no time to wonder why, whoopee, we're all gonna die So come on all you mothers throughout the land, pack your boys off to old Baghdad. Come on you fathers don't hesitate, send your girls too before their wedding date. Be the first ones on the block to have your kids come home in a box. And its one, two, three, What are we fighting for? The clueless just don't give a damn, about the oil in Afghanistan. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, Rockefeller says the population's too high and half of us need to die. So come on all of you dumbed down men, the son of a Bush needs your help again. He's got us in a terrible jam, ousting daddy's partner old Saddam. So don't roll up your sleeves for any shots in your arm, it's just smarter to stay on the farm. That's all. Don't you know it's a SCAM? |
