Let's update Joe McDonald's classic "Feel like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag"?

[paineinthearse]

This picture made me think of * as Mitch Miller. Then I thought, if * were a conductor, what song would these sailors be singing....



Then it struck me. Remember Country Joe McDonald's "Feel like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag"? Let's get creative and give it a 2005 update.


Getting ready to sing the Rag at Woodstock.




Additional verses at http://www.countryjoe.com/feelmus.htm

[RoyGBiv]

1. Here's some ...

http://www.countryjoe.com/iraq_fixins.htm

This is my favorite ...

THE ITCHING TO STRIKE RAG
Sung to the tune of The Fixing To Die Rag, by Country Joe & the Fish
By Mya Cash and Richard Anyou, NYC Billionaires for Bush's War
(aka, Jennifer L. Pozner and Emily Wilson)

Come on all you rich white men
Uncle Sam needs your weapons again
We've got ourselves in a wonderful fight
With any luck we'll start bombing tonight

So, cook all your books
And sell all your guns
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

CHORUS:
And it's 1, 2, 3 ?
We know what we're fighting for
A rise in our Raytheon stock
Each time that we strike Iraq

And it's 5, 6, 7
No need to investigate
The media don't wonder why
Too bad ? they're all gonna die!

Come on all you CEOs,
Let's all toast our corporate 'hos
Dubya's waitin' for us to say when
And Uncle Sam's pumpin' oil again

So, Army boys:
Get ready to go!
We're gonna make a whole lotta dough!

CHORUS: And it's 1, 2, 3, we know what we're fighting for...

[paineinthearse]

3. b4b are great people

thanks

[OmmmSweetOmmm]

2. Ok... sadly, not too much to change. When will the US evolve?

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 Babylon
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 Babylon;
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 ragheads —
The only good Muslim 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 Babylon;
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 followers of Saddam.

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