Yeah, come on all of you excuses for men,
Uncle Sam needs cannon fodder again.
He's got himself right down in the muck
Way down yonder in old Iraq.
Be the first boy to split his cranium
Head-butting shells of depleted uranium.


Chorus:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a fuck,
Next stop is gonna be Iraq;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. 


Well, come on Powell, you'd better move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those germs
The only good Muslims feed the worms.
And you know that peace can only be won
When you've blown us all to kingdom come. 


Chorus:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a fuck,
Next stop is gonna be Iraq;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. 


Huh! 

Hey there, Carlyle Group, don't move slow,
"Moral outrage", No! it's oil war a-go-go.
There's plenty bad money to be thieved
By depriving the A-rabs of the food they need,
Just Hope and Pray, if they drop a bunker buster,
That they drop it on a civilian cluster. 


Chorus:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a fuck,
Next stop is gonna be Iraq.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. 


Shit, New York's full of fascist cops
Chasing round after "terrorist wops"
Streets full of people who don't want war
But tell that to the Republican whores
Collateral damage? Fuck the mid-east!
Salve your conscience with rabbis an' priests


Chorus:
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a fuck,
Next stop is gonna be Iraq.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. 


Well, come on mothers across the states,
Pack your boys off to Kuwait.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home with the pox. 


Chorus:
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a fuck,
Next stop is gonna be Iraq.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. 


Well, George, looks like Rumsfeld, Cheney and Dad
Are pulling the strings of their thick little lad.
Follow the NSA and the Pentagon
Into a fucking mediaeval pentagram
The final apocalypse? That's a laugh
Were sure gonna kick that Saddam's arse!


Chorus:
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a fuck,
Next stop is gonna be Iraq.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.