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I was standing on the sidewalk, had a noise in my head |
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There were loudspeakers babbling, but nothing was said |
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There were twenty-seven companies of female Marines |
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There were presidential candidates in new Levi jeans |
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It was the red, white and blue planning how to endure |
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The fife, drum and bugle marching down on the poor |
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God bless America, without any doubt |
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And I figured it was time to get out |
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Well, I have to b'lieve that in-between scenes, good people |
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Went and got 'em done in the sun, good people |
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Tourist information said to get on the stick |
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You ain't moving 'til you're grooving with a Cubana chick |
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So I hopped on a plane, I took a pill for my brain |
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And I discovered I was feeling all right |
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When I strolled down the Prado, people looked at me weird |
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Who's that hippy, hoppy character without any beard? |
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Drinking juice from papayas, singing songs to the trees |
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Dancing mambo on the beaches, spreading social disease |
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Now the Castro convertible was changing the style |
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A whole lot of action on a blockaded isle |
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When along come a summons in the middle of night |
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Saying, "Buddy, we're about to indict" |
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When I went up on the stand with my hand, good people |
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You've got to tell the truth in the booth, good people |
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Started out with information kind of remote |
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When a patriotic mother dragged me down by the throat |
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"When they ask you a question, they expect a reply!" |
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Doesn't matter if you're fixin' to die |
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Well, I was lying there unconscious, feeling kind of exempt |
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When the judge said that silence was a sign of contempt |
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He took out his gavel, banged me hard on the head |
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He fined me ten years in prison and a whole lot of bread |
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It was the red, white and blue making war on the poor |
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Blind mother Justice on a pile of manure |
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Say your prayers and the Pledge of Allegiance every night |
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And tomorrow you'll be feeling all right |
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Uh-huh-huh |
