Happy New Year everybody
Happy birthday Country Joe
There's an overweight man with an overweight woman on a sofa watchin' TV
He's yellin' his opinion at the television, she looks up from her food and agrees
They got two bumper stickers on their pickup truck
They keep the pickup parked outside
One sticker says, "What Would Jesus Do?"
The other bumper sticker says, "Power of Pride"
I was thumbin' through the stations on my own television
When I come across a guy on this religious station
Singin' "Somebody's Coming"––he sounded whiter than me somehow, wow
It took me back in time through dwindlin' joy
To when I was such a guilt-ridden Catholic boy
I'm Evangelical Agnostic now
I don't know what we're doin' here
You don't know what were doin' here
Now Christians, don't walk out on me just yet
You know whose name I'll be yellin' as I'm clutchin' my chest
The one my dad told me to and his told him to
And I probably pray as much or more than you do
Believe? Shit, every word I sing
But believin' and knowin', those are two different things
And if you're tryin' to change the way a stranger's life will have to go
I believe this is where I'll wanna stick to what I know
Which is nothin', you know
Nothin' for sure, so
Just chill 'til the next episode
Now back to the lecture at hand
Seems like my neighbor wants to kill what he can't understand
I say we can't just kill what we don't understand
But I turn on my TV and I see that, oh yeah we can
We can and we have since the dawn of man
For countless gods whose only real seeming plan
Was to see to it that clingin' to life was our fate
And you gotta admit, life's pretty great
But, can we deny that it's killin' us?
I'll be here all week
Happy New Year, everybody
Happy birthday, Country Joe
I resolve to do like I always do
I ain't hurtin' you, hm-hm-hm-hm
If life is anything, it's embarrassin'
A rusty nail through a careless shoe
You can't help but sit around and wonder sometimes
Why there's never anything the nail can do
Or think about how unfair it is
That the shoe is always goin' where it's got to, too
If you ain't the dumb kid out runnin' around
You kinda gotta do what you're born to do
Hey, happy New Year, everybody (Happy New Year, everybody)
And specifically happy birthday to you, Country Joe (Happy birthday, Country Joe)
I resolve to do what I always do
And I only ever make it a day or two
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