Protest Song - Digitally Remastered 1997

All the prophets of doom
 Can always find room
 In a world full of worry and fear
 Tips, 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 fuckin' good 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
 (Terrible harmonica playing)
 Let me turn you on
 To the Cromium Swan
 On the the nose of a long limousine
 Even hide 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 color 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 way.
 (Long harmonica note to end of song.)