The Fugs zijn de band die de Beats, de hippies en de punks met elkaar verbindt. Opgericht in 1963 door boekhandelaar Ed Sanders en Beat-dichter Tuli Kupferberg, gingen The Fugs het establishment te lijf met gevoel voor humor en een volledig gebrek aan muzikale competentie. En net als met de vroege punkbandjes doet dat laatste er in het geheel niet toe.
“One thing that old blues records teach you, is that even people with very limited skills can play very personal, distinctive, and appealing music that has nothing to do with the extent of their technique. It was their artistry. It was their feeling.”
― Greil Marcus, History of Rock ‘n’ Roll in Ten Songs
Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they’re red?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can train guerillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can get a budget that’s so great?
Who will be the 51st state?
Who has got the secrets as Service?
The one that makes the other service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can take the sugar from it’s sack,
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can mine the harbors a’ Nicaragua?
Out hit all the hitman of Chicagua.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Whos the agency well known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
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