Song Parodies -> Stake Him In the Heart, He'll Die Rag
"Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag" Based on the performance by Country Joe and the Fish
"Stake Him In the Heart, He'll Die Rag" Parody by Violet T. Riol
"Stake Him In the Heart, He'll Die Rag" Parody by Violet T. Riol
Gimme a D!
(D!)
Gimme an I!
(I!)
Gimme a C!
(C!)
Gimme a K!
(K!)
What's that spell?
(Dick!)
How's that smell?
(Sick!)
Who's from Hell?
(Dick!)
Who's yellow?
(Dick!)
Tries to sound like a big strong man
"Uncle Dick" is a pussy vam-
pire, got us into a terrible jam
Over yonder in "Iraqnam"
He toted books, his deferment won
The coward never wielded a gun
(chorus)
Now he drums, fumes, screams for us to stay at war
Where was he in Vietnam?
Other-priorities man
Always lies, Nixon redux, a new Watergate
He sucks…the treasury dry
And worse, this vampire won't die
Dick's in his coffer, countin' cash
The no-bid contracts are comin' fast
A flag-draped coffin serves as his bed
All during the day cuz Dick's one of the undead
He oughta be workin' for the mob
Bloodsucking bagman for a con job
(chorus)
Down to Wall Street Dick'll go
When George pretends to run the show
Plenty oil money to be made
By startin' a war that's a charade
The neocon cowards just love to bomb
In a place where we don't belong
(chorus)
The mother' blusters about Iraq
A yellow streak runs right down his back
The perpetrator of "Plamegate"
A pussy traitor, once Saddam's mate
To eliminate this pox
Gotta stake him when he's in his box
(chorus)
(D!)
Gimme an I!
(I!)
Gimme a C!
(C!)
Gimme a K!
(K!)
What's that spell?
(Dick!)
How's that smell?
(Sick!)
Who's from Hell?
(Dick!)
Who's yellow?
(Dick!)
Tries to sound like a big strong man
"Uncle Dick" is a pussy vam-
pire, got us into a terrible jam
Over yonder in "Iraqnam"
He toted books, his deferment won
The coward never wielded a gun
(chorus)
Now he drums, fumes, screams for us to stay at war
Where was he in Vietnam?
Other-priorities man
Always lies, Nixon redux, a new Watergate
He sucks…the treasury dry
And worse, this vampire won't die
Dick's in his coffer, countin' cash
The no-bid contracts are comin' fast
A flag-draped coffin serves as his bed
All during the day cuz Dick's one of the undead
He oughta be workin' for the mob
Bloodsucking bagman for a con job
(chorus)
Down to Wall Street Dick'll go
When George pretends to run the show
Plenty oil money to be made
By startin' a war that's a charade
The neocon cowards just love to bomb
In a place where we don't belong
(chorus)
The mother' blusters about Iraq
A yellow streak runs right down his back
The perpetrator of "Plamegate"
A pussy traitor, once Saddam's mate
To eliminate this pox
Gotta stake him when he's in his box
(chorus)