BAGHDAD--
found on a scrap of paper in the dusty streets of Basra by El Payo...
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Again Rag," (with apologies to Country Joe & the Fish), for 2005:
Yeah, come on all of you, poor, poor kids,
Uncle Sam's policy is on the skids.
He's acting like a 40 year old hack
Way over yonder in old Iraq
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
Wasn't this about WMD?
Don't ask me, I don't have a say
Wave farewell to the USA;
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 Rummy, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get Saddam --
Before the country figures out it's a scam
after we've looked for weapons in every hut
East, West, North and South of Baghdad somewhat.
And it's one, two, three,
What happened to Osama?
Don't ask me, I can't really see,
Try asking the PNAC;
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.
Huh!
Well, come on Halliburton, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war a-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 audit the books,
You can blame it on the KBR cooks.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Just tell me how Bush got out of 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 mothers in States Red and Blue,
That draft you're feeling wants your child too.
Come on fathers, it's no time to rest,
Send 'em off without a bulletproof vest.
Be the first one on your block
To have your kid 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,
Our next stop is Tehran.
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.
--Foley McClintock, Political Correspondent
February 1, 2005
