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Capo 3
D
Come on all of you big strong men
G
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He's got himself in a terrible jam
G
Way down yonder in Viet Nam so
E7 A
Put down your books and pick up a gun we're
D G
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 Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
E A D G
Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die
Well, come on generals, let's move fast
G
Your big chance has come at last
D
Now you can go out and get those reds
Cos the only good commie is the one that's dead and
You know that peace can only be won when we've
D G
Blown 'em all to kingdom come
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
E A D G
Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die
D
Come on wall street don't be slow
Why man this war is a go-go
There's plenty good money to be made by
G
Supplying the army with the tools of its trade
Let's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
E A D G
Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die
D
Come on mothers throughout the land
G
Pack your boys off to Viet Nam
D
Come on fathers don't hesitate
G
Send your sons off before it's too late
E7 A
Be the first ones 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 Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
E A D G
Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die.