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Edited on Fri Jan-13-06 04:21 AM by Jeffersons Ghost
Can we carry a Christian fish symbol?... You know a Peace sign of a fish? We'll at least can we have a Kum-by-ya song? Ok, HOW ABOUT A FISH SONG? Here's good marching music I fixed up by Country Joe and the Fish... We used the original version when I marched as a kid... This version has a nice ring I think... I kinda predict the future though, cause it will take what a sing about to get Amerika off her fat ass.
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrible jam Way out yonder in Iran 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, Reminds me of 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 get those towel-heads — The only good Muslim is 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, Reminds me of 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 if they drop some nukes, They drop um on the Iranian pukes.
And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Reminds me of 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, now don’t be sad Pack your boys off to Baghdad. 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, Reminds me of 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.
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