I guess we’ll have to dust off all those old anti-war protests songs from the sixties and update the lyrics until a few new ones can be written.
Now sing along y’all (sang to “I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ To Die Rag” by Country Joe McDonald):
Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
pResident Brandon needs your help again.
He’s got himself in a terrible strain
Way down yonder in Ukraine
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 fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, NATO’s gone insane,
Next stop is U-kraine;
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.
Come on Wall Street, don’t be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There’s plenty good money to be made
By supplying Volodymyr with the arms and aid,
But just hope and pray that when they launch the nukes,
That Putin’s the target and not us or the Ukes.
Chorus
Well, come on generals, let’s move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
‘Cause the only good Russian is the one that’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’re out of money, men and ammunition
Chorus
Come on mothers wherever you live,
Pack your boys off to Kharkiv.
Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate
To send your sons off before it’s too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
Chorus
You got a natural talent there. My only criticism is with this part:
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’re out of money, men and ammunition
To make it a rhyming couplet, you could say:
And you know that peace can only be won
When the money, men and ammunition’s gone
But very GOOD!