The 47th Follies: a new war song.

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Shaken, not stirred!
Well come on all of you big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again,
he got himself in a terrible jam, follow'in Netanyahu and his master plan
put down your books and pick up a gun, we're gunna have a whole lotta fun.

CHORUS
and its 1,2,3 what are we fightin for?
don't ask me i don't give a damn, the next stop is Iran,
and its 5,6,7 open up the pearly gates. Well there aint no time to wonder why...WHOPEE we're all gunna die.

now come on wall street don't be slow, a back door draft is the way to go,
there's plenty good money to be made, supplyin' the army with the tools of the trade,
just hope and pray that when they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Tehran.

CHORUS

now come on generals lets move fast, your big chance is here at last.
nite you go out and get those ragheads cuz the only good muslim is one thats dead,
you know that peace can only be won, when you blow em all to kingdom come.

CHORUS

now come on mothers throughout the land, pack your boys off to Iran.
come on fathers don't hesitate, send your sons off before its too late,
be the first one on your block, to have your boy come home in a box

CHORUS

(with apologies to the memory of Country Joe and the Fish).
 
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