I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag (Live at Woodstock)

Gimme an F
"F"
Gimme a U
"U"
Gimme a C
"C"
Gimme a K
"K"

Whats that spell?
"FUCK"
Whats that spell?
"FUCK"
Whats that spell?
"FUCK"
Whats that spell?
"FUCK"
Whats that spell?
"FUCK"

Well 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 a Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is a 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 Wallstreet, don't be slow;
My man this is war-a-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Let's just hope and pray that they drop the bomb,
And drop it ona Vietcong

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is a 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.

Now come on generals, lets move fast,
Your big chance is here at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds —
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

Sing it

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Louder
Next stop is 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.

Theirs some people I don't know how you expect to ever stop the war if you can't sing any better than that. Theirs about 300,000 of you fuckers out their. I want you to start singin'. Come on.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is 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.

Now, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send your sons off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

Alright

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is 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.

Alright!

*Ladies and gentlemen, Country Joe and The Fish*

I's like to sing you a little tune that that happened. I've been out in California, and, I've been livin' in this tent, I had to, I had the tent for about four days, and I met this lady that does tie-dying. So she taught me how to do it and I got some sheets and I put them up on the inside os my tent. And it's so groovy to come here and see all you people living in tents. Cloth house is all you need if you got love, tell ya. This is, ah. This is a tune about, ah, about rainbows I guess. . .Could I get a little bit of water? Just a little taste?