Be the first one on your block To have your boy come home in a box.

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The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag
Sheet music and guitar tablature
Gimme an F!


F!
Gimme an I!

I!
Gimme an S!

S!
Gimme an H!

H!
What's that spell ?

FISH!
What's that spell ?

FISH!
What's that spell ?

FISH!
Yeah, come on all of 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 lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is 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 out and get those reds —
The 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.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is 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 that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is 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 throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
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,
Next stop is 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.

I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die, Rag, Redux
(With apologies to Country Joe and his fine finned friends!)

Give me an O
Give me an I
Give me an L
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?

Now come on all of you big strong men,
Republicans need your help again!
They might have to give the White House back
So the only thing to do is attack Iraq!

So send us your kids, we'll give them all guns,
It's time to start a new round of fun!

(Chorus)
And It's one two three what are we fighting for?
Stop asking and don't talk back, It's time to attack Iraq!
And It's five six seven open up the pearly gates,
Well It aint no crime to question why, (Whoopee!) they all got to die!

Well come on soccer moms throughout the land,
You know you need gas for your Mini-Vans!
Come on dads we can't hesitate,
We got to get Sadam before It's too late!

And you can watch it all on your TV
In the dashboard of your SUV!
Sing Out!

(Chorus)

You know Rumsfeld needs a brand new plan,
Since he lost Osama in Afghanistan!
And Bush he loves those two for ones,
Buys a lot of cheap oil while he sells more guns!

And you know for Bush it's gotta be great,
'Cause we forget about Harken-Gate!
Trifecta!

(Chorus)
Written by Pat X XXXXXX AKA ParanoidPat @ Democratic Underground,
Copyleft 2002 :evilgrin:

By Country Joe, from the same album (seems funny saying that instead of CD) was "Who Am I"?

"And now my friend we meet again
we shall see which one will bend
under the strain of death's golden eye
which one of us will win the prize
to live and
which one will die
'Tis I my friend, yes 'tis I
shall kill to live
again and again
to clutch the throat of sweet revenge
for life is here
only, for the taking

Who am I
to stand and wonder
to wait
while the wheels of fate
slowly grind my life away
who am I"?

... and they carry heavy meaning for those of us nearer to the Vietnam era, I hope the artists of today are starting to work on songs that the youth of America today can resonate to, and will be able to call their own.

Nice new lyrics here for those of us who know the tune :hi:

Why is there zero political commentary in modern popular music?

most peculiar, momma.

BIG BIDNE$$.

He was sued by the family of the guy who wrote whatever it was, "Woodchopper's Ball" or something that used a tune quite similar to his "Fixin' to Die Rag."

Court order prohibits him from performing it under pain of a $20,000 fine every time he does.

Bummer.