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Feel-Like-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

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 gonna have a whole lot of 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 pearl-y-gates
Well there ain't no time a-wondering why WHOOPEE I wanna die.

Come on generals let's move fast
Your big chance has come at last
Now you can go out and get those reds
Cause the only good Commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When the crown of all the kingdoms come.

Come on Wall Street don't be slow
Tell the men this is war a-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
Supply the Army with the tools of the trade
And you know that if they drop the bomb
They drop it on the Vietcong.

Come on mothers throughout the land
Packp your boys up to Vietnam
Come on fathers don't hesitate
Send your sons off before's too late
And be the first one in your block
Come on to have your boy in a box.