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    I feel like, I'm fixin'to die rag (Country Joe Mc Donald)

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    Bon dans la foulée une deuxième reprise mais avouez que l'on se rapproche un peu plus du burlesque voir du grotesque. C'est une petit avant gout du Festicourli qui devrait avoir pour thème le "flower power".
    Je fête également les 40 ans de Woodstock et l'absurdité de la guerre mais comme disait Nino "on n'aime pas ca mais on ne sait pas quoi faire".
    Si vous comprenez pas bien mon anglais c'est normal puisque je chante en américain.

    Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
    Uncle Sam needs your help again.
    He's got himself in a terrible jam
    Way down yonder in Vietnam
    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 is Vietnam;
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
    Your big chance has come at last.
    Gotta go out and get those reds —
    The only good commie is the one who's dead
    And you know that peace can only be won
    When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

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    Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
    Why man, this is war au-go-go.
    There's plenty good money to be made
    By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
    Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
    They drop it on the Viet Cong.

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    Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
    Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
    Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
    Send 'em off before it's too late.
    Be the first one on your block
    To have your boy come home in a box.

    And it's one, two, three
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die