Gimme an FnFnGimme a UnUnGimme a CnCnGimme a KnKnnWhats that spell?nFUCKnWhats that spell?nFUCKnWhats that spell?nFUCKnWhats that spell?nFUCKnWhats that spell?nFUCKnnWell come on all of you big strong men, nUncle Sam needs your help again. nHe's got himself in a terrible jam nWay down yonder in a VietnamnSo put down your books and pick up a gun, nWe're gonna have a whole lotta fun. nnAnd it's one, two, three, nWhat are we fighting for? nDon't ask me, I don't give a damn, nNext stop is a Vietnam; nAnd it's five, six, seven, nOpen up the pearly gates, nWell there ain't no time to wonder why, nWhoopee! We're all gonna die. nnWell, come on Wallstreet, don't be slow; nMy man this is war-a-go-go. nThere's plenty good money to be made nSupplying the Army with the tools of the trade, nLet's just hope and pray that they drop the bomb, nAnd drop it ona VietcongnnAnd it's one, two, three, nWhat are we fighting for? nDon't ask me, I don't give a damn, nNext stop is a Vietnam; nAnd it's five, six, seven, nOpen up the pearly gates, nWell there ain't no time to wonder why, nWhoopee! We're all gonna die. nnNow come on generals, lets move fast, nYour big chance is here at last. nNow you can go out and get those reds — n'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead nAnd you know that peace can only be won nWhen we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.nnSing it nnAnd it's one, two, three, nWhat are we fighting for? nDon't ask me, I don't give a damn,nLouder nNext stop is Vietnam; nAnd it's five, six, seven, nOpen up the pearly gates, nWell there ain't no time to wonder why, nWhoopee! we're all gonna die.nnTheirs 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. nnAnd it's one, two, three, nWhat are we fighting for? nDon't ask me, I don't give a damn, nNext stop is Vietnam; nAnd it's five, six, seven, nOpen up the pearly gates, nWell there ain't no time to wonder why, nWhoopee! we're all gonna die. nnNow, come on mothers throughout the land, nPack your boys off to Vietnam. nCome on fathers, don't hesitate, nSend your sons off before it's too late. nBe the first one on your block nTo have your boy come home in a box. nnAlrightnnAnd it's one, two, three, nWhat are we fighting for? nDon't ask me, I don't give a damn, nNext stop is Vietnam; nAnd it's five, six, seven, nOpen up the pearly gates, nWell there ain't no time to wonder why, nWhoopee! we're all gonna die.nnAlright!nn*Ladies and gentlemen, Country Joe and The Fish*nnI'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?n