Country Joe and the Fish

'Feel Like I'm Fixin To Die' Rag

Yeah, c’mon on all 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 lot of fun!

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And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
Ah, ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We’re all gonna die!

Well c’mon generals, let’s move fast
Your big chance has come at last
Gotta go out and get those Reds
The only good Commie is one who’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come!

Well c’mon on Wall Street -- don’t move slow
Why man, this is war-a-go-go!
There’s plenty good money to be made
By suppling the Army with the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb
They drop it on-a Vietnam!

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Well c’mon mothers throughout this land
Pack your boys off to Vietnam
C’mon pops, 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!

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