"Protest Song" lyrics - MONTY PYTHON

[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]