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.”
He likes bunnies. Finds them tasty.