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Next Stop's Iraq-istan
To the Tune of Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag by Country Joe McDonald)

Come on all of you big strong men,
W Bush needs your help again.
He's gotten our troops in a terrible jam;
They're sittin' ducks in Iraq-istan
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's Iraq-istan;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopie! We're all gonna die.

Come on Rumsfeld, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds --
The only good terrorist is one that's dead
You know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

Come on Halliburton, don't move slow,
Why, this here war has get up and go.
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying both sides with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on ol' Saddam.