Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Well, come on all of you, big strong men Uncle donald needs your help again He's got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in the Caribbean

 


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Cover art for The Fish Cheer/I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag by Country Joe and the Fish

The Fish Cheer/I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag

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The Fish Cheer/I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag Lyrics

[Intro]
Give me an F!
Give me a u!
Give me an c!
Give me an k!

What's that spell?
Fuck!
What's that spell?
Fuck!
What's that spell?
Fuck!

"I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag" lyrics

"I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag"
Well, 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
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one that'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

Come on Wall Street, don't be 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 its trade
But 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

Come on mothers throughout the land
Pack your boys off to Vietnam
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late
And you can be the first ones in 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


Writer(s): Joe Allen McDonald

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