In my old neighbourhood I had a friend
who knew how to play the accordion
when he would sing he looked just like the sun
the accordion would catch fire in his hands
But on a dark night just like all the others
he was keeping nix playing the accordion
fascist cannons were put up in the yards
and with a blast the accordion stopped
I still remember that startling battle cry
every time I hear the accordion since then
and it has scarred my life like a stamp
fascism will not prevail!