Country Joe McDonald - I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag (Woodstock'69) | Текст песни

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• I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag (Woodstock'69)

Give me a U! (U!)
Give me a C! (C!)
Give me a K! (K!)
What's that spell? (FUCK)
What's that spell? (FUCK)
What's that spell? (FUCK)
What's that spell? (FUCK)
What's that spell? (FUCK)

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam need your help again.
Got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
Put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

An' it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
An' 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.

Now, come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war a-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

An' it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
An' 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.

Now, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance is here at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds —
'Cause 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.

[singing]

One, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn...
[louder!] ...Vietnam;
An' it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well, ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We're all gonna die.

Listen people, I don't know how you expect to ever stop the war if you can't sing any better than that there's about 300,000 of you fuckers out there. I want you to start singin'. COME ON!

An' it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
An' 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.

Now, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
To send your sons off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box, alright!

One, two, three,
What are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
An' it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well, ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We're all gonna die, alright!

Ladies and gentlemen, Country Joe McDonald!


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