Lyrics:

Gimme an F
Gimme a U
Gimme a C
Gimme a K

What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?

Well, c'mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
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 lot of fun

and it's 1, 2, 3, what're we fighting for?
don't ask me, I don't give a damn
next stop is vietnam
and it's 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
well there ain't no time to wonder why
whoopee! we're all gonna die

Now c'mon on Wall Street
don't be slow
why man this war a-go-go
there's plenty good money to be made
by supplin' the Army with the tools of the trade
just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb
they drop it on-the Vietcong

chorus

Now c'mon generals, let's move fast
your big chance is here at last
now you can go out and get those Reds
cause the only good Commie is one who's dead
and you know that peace can only be won
when you blown 'em all to kingdom come

sing it!

chorus

Message to croud

chorus

Now c'mon mothers throughout the land
pack your boys off to Vietnam
c'mon fathers, don't hesitate
send your sons off before it's too late
be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box

allright!

and it's 1, 2, 3, what're we fighting for?
don't ask me, I don't give a damn.

allright!