And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for?

[yellowcanine]

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
George Bush has got us seriously whacked
Way down yonder in Eye-rack
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
Gonna have a whole lotta fun.

Chorus:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, cut me some slack,
Next stop is Eye-rack;
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.

Yeah, come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
This is Dick Chaney's Halliburton show
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Eye-racki scum.
(Chorus)
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you go out and get those rag heads
'Cause the only good Sunni is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
(Chorus)
Come on mothers don't hold back,
Pack your boys off to Eye-rack.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
You can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
(Chorus x 2)

Adapted from and apologies to:
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die-Rag
Recorded at Chris Strachwitz' House, Berkeley, September 1965
Producer: Ed Denson
Engineer: Chris Strachwitz
Joe McDonald: vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Barry Melton: vocals, electric guitar
Carl Shrager: washboard, kazoo
Bill Steele: washtub bass
Mike Beardsleee: vocal

[mourningdove92]

1. Ok, now I've got that song stuck in my head. THANKS A LOT.

BTW, great job!

[yellowcanine]

2. Glad I could help. : )

Somehow it makes me feel a little better about the whole sorry mess.