The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag - Country Joe & The Fish

The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag - Country Joe & The Fish

Альбом
The Wave Of Electrical Sound
Год
2012
Язык
`English`
Длительность
227480

Below is the lyrics of the song The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag , artist - Country Joe & The Fish with translation

Lyrics " The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag "

Original text with translation

The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

Country Joe & The Fish

Gimme an C!

Gimme an K!

What’s that spell?

FUCK!

What’s that spell?

FUCK!

What’s that spell?

FUCK!

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.

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