Protest Song lyrics

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 way