Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die
Country Joe McDonald - "Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die"
Eines der bekanntesten Antikriegslieder, damals zu Vietnam - Words and Music by Joe McDonald.
jetzt die Münchner Fassung als
Afghanistan-Rag!
Freitag, 5.2.2010, Marienplatz, ca. 18 Uhr ... Mund aufmachen ;-)
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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 Afghanistan 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 Afghanistan; 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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Well, come on generals, let's move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Gotta go out and get those ragheads — The only good one 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 Afghanistan. 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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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 Taliban. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Afghanistan; 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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Well, come on mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Afghanistan. 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 Afghanistan. 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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Gimme an F!
F!
Gimme an I!
I!
Gimme an S!
S!
Gimme an H!
H!
What's that spell ?
FISH!
What's that spell ?
FISH!
What's that spell ?
FISH!
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