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 I-ran
So put down your books, pick up a gun--
Gonna have a whole lot of fun!
Well it's one-two-three what are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn
Next stop is I-ran
And it's 5-6-7-8 open up the pearly gates--
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
Gotta go out and get them ragheads
Cause the only good heathen is one that's dead
You know that end times have just begun
When we've blown them all to kingdom come!
Well come on Wall Street--don't move slow
This is war a go-go
There's plenty of money to be made
By supplying the army with the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray when they drop the bomb
They know who the hell they're droppin it on
So come on mothers throughout the land
Pack your kids off to I-ran
Come on fathers don't hesitate
Send them off before it's too late--
Be the first one on your block
To have your kid come home in a box!
Yes, it's 1-2-3-, what are we fightin for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn--
Next stop is I-ran
Now it's 5-6-7-8 open up the pearly gates--
Ain't no time to wonder why--
Whoopee--we're all gonna die
R.I.P. Country Joe McDonald. I altered your song but I did it from memory.
