I Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Protest

Sung to Country Joe and the Fish's "I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag" as done at Woodstock

Gimme an "F"! (F!)
Gimme a "U"! (U!)
Gimme an "E"! (E!)
Gimme an "L"! (L!)
whats that spell? (FUEL!)
whats that spell? (FUEL!)
whats that spell? (FUEL!)
whats that spell? (FUEL!)

Pour your Starbucks coffee down the drain,
Uncle Sam is in Iraq again.
It's all about the oil flow,
Were just anarchists with no place to go.
So put down your books and pick up a sign,
Shouting and chanting to us is just fine.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we protesting for?
Don't ask me, I don't have a clue,
Next stop is a city near you;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the city gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we hold our signs up high.

Well, come on slackers, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and wear hippie threads
Bush and Cheney we all dread
Don' ask us why we didn't protest Clinton,
Just bashing Bush is much more fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we protesting for?
Don't ask me, I don't have a clue,
Next stop is a city near you;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the city gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we hold our signs up high.

Huh!

Well, come on Berkeley, don't move slow,
Why man, there's a march au-go-go.
We hate those soldiers about to invade
But we praise the one who tossed that grenade
We use every persuasive and intelligent argument
Like staging a Die-in laying on the pavement.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we protesting for?
Don't ask me, I don't have a clue,
Next stop is a city near you;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the city gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we hold our signs up high.

Well, come on mothers it's about oil you see,
Drive them to the march in your SUV
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Bush and Hitler go ahead and equate
Spreading peace by the traffic we block
Another mindless sheep in the flock

And it's one, two, three,
What are we protesting for?
Don't ask me, I don't have a clue,
Next stop is a city near you;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the city gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we hold our signs up high.