I first published a version of "The AWOL Rag" here in 2004. I got this here version ready for the O-fish-al De-naugural Cela-bray-sha!
Yer addishens and extenshens er all welcome.
Sung, of course to that old tune "Muskrat Ramble" - immortalized by Country Joe McDonald at Woodstock in the "I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag".
Hooray fer Hippies!
My lyrics on the flip.
How we gonna stop the war if we don't start singin'?
Well come on all you Americans
Uncle Sam needs a helpin' hand.
Jumped us into a big ol' jam
Over yonder in `raqi-stan.
Hummers hum,
Hear the rockets roar!
A brand new fuckin’ war!
And it's one, two, three
What are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn
Next stop Eye-raqi-stan!
And it's five, six, seven
No. No! Guantanamo Gate!
Now who started this row?
All Hat! No Cow!
Whoopie! We're all AWOL now!
Well come on Guardsmen sea to sea
And all you Guardgals where `er ye be
Gotta mount up and pound some sand
Over yonder in `raq-istan
We need the gas
So move yer ass
It's a Weekend Warrior blast!
And it's one . . .
Come on publicans across the land
And toss a pot to Eye-raqi-stan
Come on lobbyists – yer fight too
Or cough up a son, or a daughter'll do
Be the first yer side o' Kay Street
To jack a leg in the grinder meat!
And it's one . . .
Come on preachers near and far
Open yer Bibles to we are.
CEOs don't you be slow
More we kill - more dough to blow!
Guns and prayer books
Piss and pot
Halliburton gonna bid the lot!
And it's one . . .
Come on Exxon `n' git yer thrill
Lay some pipe and send `er the bill!
Abu Grab you, Tex' State Pen
All the same – it's a `murikin!
We'll sell `er soul
Dilate her hole
Tank `er up! Now watch `er roll!
And it's one . . .
Callin' all you muj-adee
Recruitin' time for the boob-wah-zee!
Fun fer all, where'er yer from
Helpin' teh Jesus steal `n' bomb.
It's a Par-a-dize
’ith satellite TV
’n hillbilly armored SUV!
And it's one . . .
Now sorry y'all for the mess we made
It's-a way we figger that poker's played
Keep yer stinkin' Eye-raqi sand
Don't you fer'ners understand?
We'll all be free
's `moc-racy
Now drop that RPG!
And it's one . . .
Now come on bloggers around the globe
Post yer comments - and lock `n' load!
Come on journalists, you know who you are
Bring the feathers and bring the tar!
Up on a rail!
Heh! Chimp! No bail!
AWOL! - A hitch in jail!
And it's one . . .
Come on Perfessers o’ History,
Time to cook up the legacy.
Proof’s in the puddin’ – slick 'n' red:
It's “Puddin’ Head in the Dawn of the Dead!”
He’s bound fer Hell –
Ew! What’s that smell?!
. . . Oh! My! God! I do declare!
Drownded His Self in Rebel Yell!
And it's one, two, three
What are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn
Next stop Eye-raqi-stan!
And it's five, six, seven
No! No! Guantanamo Gate!
Now who started this row?
All Hat! No Cow!
Whoopie! We're all AWOL now!