Post by complicatedlife on May 26, 2010 12:23:08 GMT -5
Protest Song by Neil innes
"Uhhh... uhhh... this next song is a protest song. Ladies and gentleman, I've suffered for my music, now it's your turn. "
All the prophets of doom can always find room In a world full of worry and fear Tip cigarettes and chemistry sets And rudolph the red-nosed reindeer So I'm goin back to my little old shack And drink me a bottle of wine That was mis en bouteille before my birthday And have me a f**kin' good time
Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marching for freedom today Yeay Turn on your headlights and sound your horn If people get in the way
Let me turn you on to the chromium swan On the nose of a long limousine Even hired for the day it is something to say But what the hhehhellll does it mean I may be accused of being confused But I'm average weight for my height My philosophy like color tv Is all there in black and white
RAI! .. rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marching for freedom today yeay! Turn on your headlights and sound your horn If people get in the way