Doesn't count, unless as a positive negative. To more or less quote Country Joe a little better than these next guys,
Come on people. There are 400,000 of you motherguckers out there. How are we gonna find one good thing if you don't sing louder than that?
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When the oil crisis hit in the 70s, resulting in tensions with Iran, it seemed natural to dust off the Rag, as in these lyrics by P. Buryk and J. Fulk.
Gimme an "F"! (F!)
Gimme a "U"! (U!)
Gimme an "E"! (E!)
Gimme an "L"! (L!)
What's that spell? (FUEL!)
What's that spell? (FUEL!)
What's that spell? (FUEL!)
What's that spell? (FUEL!)
Well come on people throughout the land
Uncle Sam needs our help again
He's got us all in a traffic jam
All the way to the Arab's land
So park your caddy, flag a bus
"And leave the driving to us!"
Chorus:
And its l, 2, 3, - what are we payin' for?
Don't tell me you don't give a damn.
Sure looks like another schamm!
And it's 5, 6, 7 - get out your roller skates
Yeah! there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee!! the oil tanks are dry!
Now come on Jimmy, don't be slow.
Rationing ain't the way to go!
You come up with a better plan
So I can start my car again
Or someone's head is gonna roll
At the 1980 polls!!
Chorus
The big oil companies in the land
show profit margins - up again!
They say they're really on our side
And the "dollar gallon"'s justified
But you know they won't be happy then
'til the price is "a dollar ten"!
Chorus
So come on people in the land
Rev up those V-8's again!
Don't catch on - Don't hesitate -
"Top your tank" 'til its too late!
And when we're out of petroleum paste
We can run on nuclear waste!
Chorus
Here's another take, with lyrics © 1980 by Kevin Johnson and Jim Rogers.
Well come on all of you big, strong people,
Uncle Sam is going to make you equal
Goin' to send you off to the middle east,
And he don't care if we all want peace
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're goin' to have a whole lot of fun
Chorus:
And it's one, two, three what can we die for,
Don't ask Jimmy he don't understand
He won't tell you it's the gas can
And it's five, six, seven open up the Persian Straits
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee we're all goin' to die
Well come on generals, let's move fast,
Your big chance has come at last
Gotta go out and save that oil,
Else come the summer we're all goin' to boil
And you know our honor can only be saved
If we can drive Cadillacs to our graves
Chorus
Well come on Wall Street don't be slow,
There could be a war and that means gold
Gotta save OPEC and their desert miles
So they can triple their prices with a great big smile
Just hope and pray that when our troops arrive
Iran knows who's on its side
Chorus
Well come on Jimmy and lead the way,
Your plans for war can save the day
Just keep talkin about foreign threats
And domestic problems we'll forget
But don't go countin' your votes too soon,
Cause we may be nuked by noon
Chorus
Well come on moms throughout the land,
Send the kids off to Iran
Now come on dads don't you hesitate,
Send them off before it's too late
Be the first one on your block
To have your girl come home in a box
Chorus
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