I Feel Like I'm Fixin to Die Rag #589 - Country Joe McDonald
Originally about Vietnam, these updated Middle East lyrics are from Hogeye Bill.

Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam is at it again
Got himself in another beef
Way out yonder in the Middle East
Gimme a gas mask gimme a gun
We're gonna have a whole lot of fun.

And it's one two three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me; don't care in the least
My next stop is the Middle East
And it's five six seven
Open up them pearly gates
There ain't no time to wonder why
WHOOPIE, we're all gonna die.


Send mother's children, boy or girl
Pack 'em off to foreign soil.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your kid come home in a box.

And it's one two three...

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta test those smart bombs, planes, and gear
There's more where those came from. Don't fear!
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one two three...

Munitions makers you've got it made
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Come on oil firms, builders too,
Help our rulers, they'll help you!
War's good for biz, hip-hip-hurray
But only if it's far away.

And it's one two three...

Play with mad dogs might get bit
Play with peoples might get hit
After all the things our rulers done
Can't be surprised at 911
Give up your freedom that's the cure
Our rulers tell us that's for sure.