After the speech of George W. Bush tonight, he was found on the toilet of the oval office, whistling this little song:
Gimme a B…
Gimme an U…
Gimme a S…
Gimme a H…
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
yeah, c’mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he’s got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder against Saddam
so put down your books and pick up a gun
we’re gonna have a whole lot of fun
and it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
within 48 hours we’ll kill Saddam
and it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
ah, ain’t no time to wonder why
whoopee! we’re all gonna die
well c’mon generals, let’s move fast
your big chance has come at last
fuck on what the weasels said
the only good Arab is one who’s dead
and you know that peace can only be won when we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come
chorus
well c’mon on Wall Street
don’t be slow
ring the bell for the go-go-go
there’s plenty good money to be made
by supplin’ the Army with the tools of the trade
just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb
they drop it on Saddam
chorus
well c’mon mothers throughout this land
pack your boys off to Iraquiland
c’mon pops, 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 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
Originally from Country Joe and the fish, on good old Woodstock Festival, changes are marked (just a few)…
