I Feel Like I`m Fixin` To Die Rag Lyrics

I Feel Like I`m Fixin` To Die Rag lyrics

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. 

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. 

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 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.