Country Joe and the Fish Redux

History doesn't repeat, but it does rhyme. Remember this little ditty? Just plug in the new words in brackets and it is as good as new!

"Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag" - Country Joe MacDonald

Well, come on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in [Old Iran]
So put down your books and pick up a gun
We're gonna have a whole lot of fun

[Chorus]
And it's one two three, what are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is [Old Iran]
And it's five six seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, ain't no time to wonder why
Whoppie, we're all gonna die!


Well come on Wall Street, don't be slow
Why this is war-a-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By selling the army the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray that when they drop the bomb
They drop it on [Old Tehran]

Chorus

Now come on, Generals, let's move fast
Your big chance is here at last
Now you can go out and get them [Towel Heads]
'Cause the only good [Shiite] is one that's dead
And you know that war can only be won
If you blow 'em up to Kingdom Come

Chorus

Now come on, Mothers, throughout the land
Ship your boys off to [Old Iran]
Come on, Fathers, don't hesitate
Pack your boys off before it's too late
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

[Chorus]
And it's one two three, what are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is [Old Iran]
And it's five six seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, ain't no time to wonder why
Whoppie, we're all gonna die!