(From Rutland Weekend Television)
Eric: Our next guest is a man who needs no introduction from me, so until next week ...
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...
(Song starts - hooray!!)
(Terrible harmonica playing)
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 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
(More terrible harmonica playing)
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
(Long harmonica note to end of song.)
Policeman: (spoken) All right sonny, that's enough. Concert's over for you, Mr. Tangerine Man. Off you go, on your bike. ... Welfare state, huh.
