Country George and the fuck

After the speech of George W. Bush tonight, he was found on the toilet of the oval office, whistling this little song:

Gimme a B… Gimme an U… Gimme a S… Gimme a H…

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 against Saddam 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 within 48 hours we’ll kill Saddam and it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates ah, 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 fuck on what the weasels said the only good Arab is one who’s dead and you know that peace can only be won when we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come

chorus

well c’mon on Wall Street don’t be slow ring the bell for the go-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 Saddam

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well c’mon mothers throughout this land pack your boys off to Iraquiland 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

Originally from Country Joe and the fish, on good old Woodstock Festival, changes are marked (just a few)…