Neil Innes: Uh...(tuning guitar)...uh...(still tuning guitar)...uh, this next song is a protest song...(even more tuning)...uh...(tunes some more)...uh, ladies and gentlemen, 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 ol' shack And drink me a bottle of wine That was mis en bouteille Before my birthday And have me a fantastic time!
Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marchin' for freedom today ... hey! 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 hire it for the day It is somethin' to say But what the hell does it mean? I may be accused Of bein' confused But I'm average weight for my height My phil-o-so-phy Like colour TV Is all there in black and white
RAI... Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marchin' for freedom today ... hey! Turn on your headlights and sound your horn (honk honk) If people get in the wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.