We need a new satirical antiwar cry

[lovingpenfull]

But I can't give it to you, so I'll just revive this old favorite, I'll let you poetics come up with something truely new, but this one just sort of jumped back into my head while walking along and then I though how can we change the words to be about Iraq instead of Vietnam to fit the times, here's the best I can do:


Gimme an O!

O!
Gimme an I!

I!
Gimme an L!

L!
What's that spell ?

OIL!
What's that spell ?

OIL!
What's that spell ?

OIL!
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
We thought we'd never be back,
But again we're in the oil fields of Iraq,
So put down your remotes 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,
After Iraq let's invade Iran;
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 generals, let's move fast,
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get their heads
'Cause the only good Arab is one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
After Iraq we'll take Iran;
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 Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why, it's billions on a platter thanks to Bush Co.
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that they don't pull the boys back,
That they never end the fun in Iraq.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
After Iraq we'll invade Iran.
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, we gotta attack,
Pack your boys off to Iraq.
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.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
After Iraq it's off to Iran.
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.

[Dave The Dov]

You should see if Country Joe and the Fish are around to rerecord it.
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[bohonato]

HA! You know, I've though the same thing. I've only done the chorus though:

1,2,3 what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a crap,
Next stop is I-raq.
Etc.

and

1,2,3, what are we fighting for?
Don't as me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Afghanistan
Etc.

Half-rhymes galore!

[lovingpenfull]

I'm going to edit it about the sands bit to be oilfields