| Song | Thought Dream |
| Artist | Country Joe & the Fish |
| Album | I Feel Like I'M Fixin' To Die |
| 作词 : McDonald | |
| McDonald | |
| Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song | |
| And that means all you people out there in record land | |
| To sing along with your old friends Country Joe & The Fish | |
| We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord | |
| Please, don't you drop that H-bomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright ... | |
| Well, I said please, please don't drop, | |
| Don't drop that H-bomb, H-bomb on me | |
| Yeah, I said please, please don't drop | |
| Don't drop that H-bomb on me | |
| Yeah, I said please, please don't drop | |
| Don't drop that H-bomb on me, yes | |
| Well you can drop it, | |
| Oh, you can drop it on yourself. | |
| I walk through the scented air of summer's blooming | |
| Into the frozen air of winter's dying | |
| And as tears inside me fall | |
| The pain of old wounds calls me to mend them | |
| And I realize once more | |
| That things done before have no ending. | |
| I feel the cold of eve slowly waning | |
| As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me | |
| And the twisted seeds of doubt | |
| Which spread my sins about lie parched and withered | |
| And the present, not the past | |
| Claims me at the last for it's not over. | |
| Well I said please, please don't drop | |
| Don't drop that H-bomb, H-bomb on me | |
| Yeah I said please, please don't drop | |
| Don't drop that H-bomb on me | |
| Yeah I said please, please don't drop | |
| Don't drop that H-bomb on me ... | |
| Hands up Charlie and-uh... | |
| Now if you're tired or a bit run down | |
| Can't seem to getcha feet off the ground | |
| Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L.S.D. | |
| Only if you want to. | |
| Shake your head and rattle your brain | |
| Make you act just a bit insane | |
| Give you all the psychic energy you need | |
| Eat flowers and kiss babies | |
| L.S.D. for you and me. |
| zuò cí : McDonald | |
| McDonald | |
| Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song | |
| And that means all you people out there in record land | |
| To sing along with your old friends Country Joe The Fish | |
| We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord | |
| Please, don' t you drop that Hbomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright ... | |
| Well, I said please, please don' t drop, | |
| Don' t drop that Hbomb, Hbomb on me | |
| Yeah, I said please, please don' t drop | |
| Don' t drop that Hbomb on me | |
| Yeah, I said please, please don' t drop | |
| Don' t drop that Hbomb on me, yes | |
| Well you can drop it, | |
| Oh, you can drop it on yourself. | |
| I walk through the scented air of summer' s blooming | |
| Into the frozen air of winter' s dying | |
| And as tears inside me fall | |
| The pain of old wounds calls me to mend them | |
| And I realize once more | |
| That things done before have no ending. | |
| I feel the cold of eve slowly waning | |
| As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me | |
| And the twisted seeds of doubt | |
| Which spread my sins about lie parched and withered | |
| And the present, not the past | |
| Claims me at the last for it' s not over. | |
| Well I said please, please don' t drop | |
| Don' t drop that Hbomb, Hbomb on me | |
| Yeah I said please, please don' t drop | |
| Don' t drop that Hbomb on me | |
| Yeah I said please, please don' t drop | |
| Don' t drop that Hbomb on me ... | |
| Hands up Charlie anduh... | |
| Now if you' re tired or a bit run down | |
| Can' t seem to getcha feet off the ground | |
| Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L. S. D. | |
| Only if you want to. | |
| Shake your head and rattle your brain | |
| Make you act just a bit insane | |
| Give you all the psychic energy you need | |
| Eat flowers and kiss babies | |
| L. S. D. for you and me. |