http://www.healingcelebrations.com/isong.htmBy Dr. Leonard G. Horowitz
MUSICAL LYRICS:
Come on all of you dumbed down men.
The son of a Bush needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrorist jam.
When daddy sent chemicals off to old Sadam, so
Roll up your sleeves for vaccines in your arm,
They don't tell you that their doing you harm!
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
Most know it's the same old scam, next stop is old Bhagdad.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, we've got no mind to question why, whoopee we're all gonna die
Now prepare yourselves generals for the big blast
India and Pakistan are heating up fast
Why you should go out and kill Afghans is
Cause the only good Taliban is one that's dead.
They say global peace can only be won
When they blast us all to kingdom come
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
The clueless just don't give a damn, where the hell
is Pakistan?
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
With Prozak minds we don't care to know why,
whoopee we're all gonna die.
Now come on wall street don't be slow,
why man this is war so go-go.
There's plenty of big fortunes to be made,
by supplying the Chinese with the tools of its trade.
Just hope and pray that if they start the bombing,
they drop them on Osama Bin Laden.
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
Most know it's the same old scam, Wag-the-dog at
old Sadam.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, we've got no time to wonder why, whoopee
we're all gonna die.
So come on mothers throughout the land
pack your boys off to old Bhagdad
come on fathers don't hesitate
send your girls too before their wedding date
Be the first ones on your block to have your kids
come home in a box
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
The clueless just don't give a damn, about the oil in Afghanistan
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Well, Rockefeller says the population's too high, and half of us need to die.
So come on all of you dumbed down men,
The son of a Bush needs your help again,
He's got us all in a terrible jam.
Ousting daddy's partner old Sadam,
So don't roll up your sleeves for any shots in your arm. It's just smarter to stay on the farm.