The Fish Yell Lyrics

Give me an 'F'
F!
Give me a 'U'
U!
Give me a 'C'
C!
Give me a 'K'
K!
What's that spell?
FUCK!
What's that spell?
FUCK!
What's that spell?
FUCK!
What's that spell?
FUCK!
What's that spell?
FUCK!
Well come on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
Got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
Put down your books and pick up a gun
Were gonna have a whole lot of fun

[chorus]
And it's 1, 2, 3, what are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it's 5. 6. 7. Walking up the pearly gates
And there ain't no time to wonder why
Woah we all gonna die

Now come on Wall Street don't be slow
Our man has sworn a gold go
There's plenty good money to be made
Supplying the army with the tools of the trade
Just don't go cold at the drop of the bomb
Dropping on the Viet Cong

[chorus]

Now come on generals let's move fast
Your big chance is here at last
Now you can go out and get those Reds
Cos the only good Commy is running instead
You know that peace can only be won
When were blown all to kingdom come

Sing it
[chorus]

Listen people I don't know how you expect to ever stop the war if you can't sing any better than that. There's about 300,000 of you fuckers out there. I want you to start singing, come on!

[chorus]

Now come on mothers throughout the land
Pack your boys off to Vietnam
Come on fathers don't hesitate
Send your sons of before it's too late
Be the first one on your block
And your boy come home in a box, alright

[chorus]

Alright

Ladies and gentlemen, Country Joe..