The “Fish” Cheer / I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag
Song by Country Joe and the Fish ‧ 1967
Gimme an F…
Gimme a U…
Gimme a C…
Gimme a K…
What’s that spell? What’s that spell? What’s that spell? What’s that spell? What’s that spell?
yeah, c’mon on all 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 lot of fun
and it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for? don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn next stop is vietnam and it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates well there ain’t no time to wonder why whoopee! we’re all gonna die
well c’mon generals, let’s move fast your big chance has come at last gotta go out and get those Reds the only good Commie is one who’s dead and you know that peace can only be won when we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come
well c’mon on Wall Street don’t be slow why this is war a-go-go there’s plenty good money to be made by supplin’ the Army with the tools of the trade just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb they drop it on-the Vietcong
and it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for? don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn next stop is vietnam and it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates well there ain’t no time to wonder why whoopee! we’re all gonna die
well c’mon mothers throughout this land pack your boys off to Vietnam c’mon pops, 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 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for? don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn.
