I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag
Country Joe and The Fish| altra versione contro la guerra in Iraq (gennaio 2003) | |
| The Iraqi War Song (or Feel Like I'm Smelling a Rat Rag) A song by Country Bumpkin and the Hogs©2002 Give me an S! S! Give me a C! C! Give me an A! A! Give me an M! M! What's that spell? Scam! What's that spell? Scam! What's that spell? Scam! Come on all of you dumbed down men, that son of a Bush needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrorist jam, when daddy sent chemicals off to old Saddam. So roll up your sleeves for vaccines in your arm, they don't tell you that they're doin' you harm And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for? Most know it's the same old scam, next stop is old Baghdad. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, we've got no mind to question why, whoopee, we're all gonna die Now prepare yourselves generals for the big blast, India and Pakistan are heating up fast. Why you should go out and kill Afghans is cause the only good Taliban is one that's dead. They say that global peace can only be won, when they blast us all to kingdom come And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for? The clueless just don't give a damn, where the hell is Pakistan? And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates With Prosac minds we don't care to know why, whoopee, we're all gonna die. Now come on Wall Street don't be slow, why man this is war so go, go, go. There's plenty of big fortunes to be made, by supplying the Chinese with tools of the trade. Just hope and pray that if they start the bombing, they'll drop them on Osama bin Laden And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for? Most know it's the same old scam, Wag the dog at ol' Saddam. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, we've got no time to wonder why, whoopee, we're all gonna die So come on all you mothers throughout the land, pack your boys off to old Baghdad. Come on you fathers don't hesitate, send your girls too before their wedding date. Be the first ones on the block to have your kids come home in a box. And its one, two, three, What are we fighting for? The clueless just don't give a damn, about the oil in Afghanistan. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, Rockefeller says the population's too high and half of us need to die. So come on all of you dumbed down men, the son of a Bush needs your help again. He's got us in a terrible jam, ousting daddy's partner old Saddam. So don't roll up your sleeves for any shots in your arm, it's just smarter to stay on the farm. That's all. Don't you know it's a SCAM? | Well c'mon Georgie, let's move fast, your big chance has come at last. Ya gotta go out and get Hussein, He's been driving you and your father insane. So be the first in your family, to bag Baghdad for your Dad! And it's one, two, three What'r we fightin for Don't ask me I don't give a damn Next stop will be Baghdad And it's five, six, seven Open up the pearly gates Be the first one on your block To get a body bag from Iraq Well come on oil men get in line This goes right to the bottom line Forget Enron and Kenny Lay Georgie Junior will make your day Just one thing of which we're certain It's a great day for Halliburton C'mon cowboys grab your guns, We're all set to have some fun, This economy really sucks, Let's spend a few hundred billion bucks, Find a WMD today And stick it in your 401(k) While the Shrub is fighting with Iraq North Korea stabs him in the back Says hey Junior we got a nuke Now Georgie boy is like to puke Best way to fight the Evil Axis Is to go and lower taxes |
