THE SIXTIES ARE BACK! I'M YOUNG AGAIN! WHOOPEE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!

Okay okay well Vleeptron wants to tell all of you out there about

Bob's Miracle Anti-Aging Plan!

1. Bob cranks up his new Blog, all about his kitten Muffles

2. Bob stops buying music in tangible formats (CDs, vinyl, tape, DVDs, etc.) and gets an iPod and only downloads music from now on

3. Bob stops listening to classical music and jazz and folk and only listens to hip-hop and tekno and industrial and rave and gangsta (en anglais ou francais)

but the most magical secret ingredient to make Bob feel and act

35 YEARS YOUNGER ...

the most magical secret ingredient to convince Bob

THE (19-) SIXTIES ARE BACK is the

WONDERFUL
AMAZING
PSYCHEDELIC
GENOCIDAL
AMERICAN YOUTH-ORIENTED
RACIST & MUSLIM-KILLING
PATRIOTIC
FREEDOM & DEMOCRACY
WAR IN IRAQ!!!!!!!!!

and now
Vleeptron proudly dedicates
the following song
(one of Bob's Absolute Faves from the Sixties)
to
U.S. Rep. John P. Murtha
(Democrat, Pennsylvania)
formerly a Career U.S. Marine Lifer Officer
Vietnam combat veteran
and recipient of the

Silvio Conte Head Injury Award

for military and public service achievements
despite severe injuries to his brain

Country Joe (McDonald) & the Fish sang this song at Woodstock 1969 (not the later retro-faux woodstock sponsored by Budweiser with all the arson fires and drunkenness and rapes)

"The music began Friday afternoon at 5:07 pm August 15 and continued until mid-morning Monday August 18."

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The Fish Cheer
& I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

Gimme an F!
F!
Gimme a U!
U!
Gimme a C!
C!
Gimme a K!
K!
What's that spell ?
FUCK!
What's that spell ?
FUCK!
What's that spell ?
FUCK!

Yeah, come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He's 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 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 Vietnam!

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 generals, let's move fast
Your big chance has come at last
Gotta go out and get those Reds
'cause the only good Commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've 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 Vietnam!

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!

Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow
Why man, this is War au-Go-Go
There'$ plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade
Just 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 Vietnam!

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 throughout the land
Pack your boys off to Vietnam
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 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 Vietnam!

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!

"I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag"
copyright © Tradition Music, BMI, 1965
renewed 1993 by Alkatraz Corner Music, BMI