When I think of ’60s protest songs, I think of this one, by Country Joe & the Fish. Not some of the sappier, more soulful songs. But this anthem to the absurdity of the moment. To be young and draftable in the mid-to-late 1960s was to live with the gamble that, one day, against your better judgment, you’d be wearing green and carry a rifle in the jungle. It was a time of serious debate, sober analysis and much study about why we were in Vietnam. Not that it mattered. So, sing along with Joe:
‘And it’s one, two, three, what are we fightin’ 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
Ain’t no use to wonder why, whoopee we’re all gonna die.”