"And it's two, three, four,
What are we breathing for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next disaster had to be Jap-pan.
And it's six, seven, eight,
Open up them pearly gates.
There ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We're all gonna die"
ROTMS
Thank you Country Joe for your great lyrics and my inspiration this write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There used to be a Country Joe on my favorite local country music station, but he retired years ago. This Country Joe that you refer to, who is he?