Come on all you big strong men
Chickenhawks need your help again
Bush got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Iraq land so
Put down your books and pick up a gun we're
Gonna have a whole lotta fun

Chorus:
And it's one, two, three, what are we figthing for
Don't ask Bush, he won't clearly talk, next stop it is Iraq
And it's five, six, seven bodies you can calculate
Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die

Come on Dubya let's move fast
Your big chance has come at last
Now you couldn't find WMD's
And you just plain failed with your bad diplomacy and
And you know that peace can only be won when we've
Blown em all to kingdom come

Come on wall street don't be slow
For oil this war is a go-go
There's plenty of money to be made by
Supplying the army with the tools of the trade
Let's hope stock soars for old Halliburton
Though our soldiers are hurtin'

Come on mothers don't be in shock
Pack your boys off to ol' Iraq
Come on fathers don't hesitate
Send your sons off, make Dubya great
And you can be the first ones on your block
To have your boy come home in a box