Protest Song

Eric: Well, now ladies and gentlemen it's talent-spotting time. Please put your hands together for a very big warm welcome please to Raymond Scum!

Neil: Uh...(tunes guitar)...uh...(tunes guitar)...uh, this next song is a protest song...(tunes guitar)...uh...(tunes some more)...uh, ladies and gentlemen, I've suffered from my music. Now it's your turn...

(Terrible harmonica playing)

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.)