Iraq (and Iran) Rag
To the tune of "Fixin' to Die Rag" (Words by Dave Lindorff, with apologies to Country Joe MacDonald)
Come on all you fine women and men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
Bush has run us all off the track
Out in a place they call Iraq
So forget that job and pick up a gun
We're gonna have a whole lot of fun.
Chorus:
And it's one, two, three what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me I don't give a heck
Next stop is Iraq.
And it's five, six, seven open up the pearly gates
Ain't no time to wonder why.
Whoopee! We're all bound to die!
All you folks in the National Guard
You won't be defending your own backyard.
We may have floods and earthquakes here
But you'll be dodging bullets in the desert air.
If that's not what you signed up for
We'll send you there a few times more.
Chorus
Come on generals, dive right in
Your big chance has come again
The VC whupped you back in '74
But now you can show them A-Rabs what for
And maybe even earn you a medal or three
While sitting at a desk in D.C.
Chorus
Come on Wall Street, here's the deal:
Iraqi oil is yours to steal
American blood, Iraqis' too,
Is being spilled now just for you.
And you can charge us as much as you dare
'Cause Bush and Cheney don't care!
Chorus
Come on mothers, don't hold back
Send your sons off to Iraq
Come on fathers, don't feel bad.
Your daughters too can go to Baghdad.
If they die there they come home free
And nobody has to see.
Chorus
Bush and Cheney, you've done your best
You've made the Middle East into one big mess.
But that's okay. You[base ']ve got a plan:
To divert attention, just bomb Iran!
If people start saying they want to impeach
Just pack 'em off to Gitmo Beach!
Chorus
See David Lindorff's amazing writings at thiscantbehappening.net
7:29:15 AM 
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