Feel
Like the President Lied Rag
Come on, all you big strong men.
Chickenhawks need your help again.
Bush got himself in a terrible jam,
Way down yonder in Iraq land, so,
Put down your books, and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4... what are we fighting for?
Don't ask Bush, he won't clearly talk, next stop,
it is Iraq.
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8... bodies you can calculate.
Ain't no time to wonder why.
Whoopee! We're all gonna die!
Come on, Dubya, let's move fast!
Your big chance has come at last!
Now you couldn't find WMD's,
And you just plain failed with your bad diplomacy.
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4... what are we fighting for?
Don't ask Bush, he won't clearly talk, next stop,
it is Iraq.
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8... bodies you can calculate.
Ain't no time to wonder why.
Whoopee! We're all gonna die!
Come on, Wall Street don't be slow.
For oil, this war is a go-go.
There's plenty of money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade.
Let's hope stock soars for old Halliburton.
Though our soldiers are really hurtin'.
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4... what are we fighting for?
Don't ask Bush, he won't clearly talk, next stop,
it is Iraq.
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8... bodies you can calculate.
Ain't no time to wonder why.
Whoopee! We're all gonna die!
Come on, mothers, don't be in shock.
Pack your boys off to ol' Iraq.
Come on, fathers, don't hesitate.
Send your sons off, make Dubya great
And you can be the first ones on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4... what are we fighting for?
Don't ask Bush, he won't clearly talk, next stop,
it is Iraq.
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8... bodies you can calculate.
Ain't no time to wonder why.
Whoopee! We're all gonna die!
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