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The Monsanto Rag
(Parody of “I Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-To-Die Rag”, by Country Joe McDonald, 
Alkatraz Corner Music Co.)
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    Well, come on all of you farmin’ folks
    Ole Monsanto’s a blowin’ smoke
    They got genetic freaks and corporate greed
    You can spray anything but you can’t save seed
    They’re changin’ Mother Nature’s rules
    There’s new genes in the pool

    And it’s one, two, three, what are we sprayin’ for?
    Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, it’s a chemical promise land.
    And it’s five, six, seven, get ready to terminate
    Ain’t no time to wonder why, you can kiss your farm good-bye.

    Well, come on farmers get off your ass
    Roundup Ready is here is last.
    Sign away your privacy,
    When you buy into technology.
    Don’t ya be the last fool on the block
    To grow genuine Frankenstein crops.

    And it’s one, two, three, what are we sprayin’ for?
    Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, it’s a chemical promise land.
    And it’s five, six, seven, get ready to terminate
    Ain’t no time to wonder why, you can kiss your farm good-bye.

    So, come on scientists, don’t go slow.
    This world needs GMO’s.
    There’s plenty good money to be made,
    Choppin’ those genes, with the tools of the trade
    Ya know were not God, yeah we’re throwin’ the dice
    That’s what happens when you cut and splice.

    And it’s one, two, three, what are we sprayin’ for?
    Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, it’s a chemical promise land.
    And it’s five, six, seven, get ready to terminate
    Ain’t no time to wonder why, you can kiss your farm good-bye.

    Now, come on Mothers throughout the land,
    Put your faith in Monsanto’s hands.
    Now, come on Fathers don’t hesitate
    To count your sperm… IT’S NOT THAT GREAT
    It’s alright you can trust in me,
    Remember DDT.

    And it’s one, two, three, what are we sprayin’ for?
    Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn, it’s a chemical promise land.
    And it’s five, six, seven, get ready to terminate
    Ain’t no time to wonder why, you can kiss your farm good-bye. (repeat)