Oh We’re Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain’t Gonna Take It
oh We’re Not Gonna Take It Anymore
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
On and on, and I feel like crying
Its my party and I’ll cry if I want to.
Alone and crying, crying, cri-iiiiiiiiiiiii-ying,
it’s hard to understand, but the touch of your hand
can start me crying
Dry your eyes and take your song out, it’s a newborn afternoon.
Sky rockets in flight, an afternoon delight
by the rockets red glare and bombs burst in the air
gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
If a yellow flag is fluttering
Sickly herald against the morn
Then you’ll know my courage has ended
And you’ll send your boat ashore
Michael row de boat ashore, Hallelujah!
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory glory hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
Hit her in the butt
With a rotten coconut
and she ain’t no teacher no more
Second base and better, Mary Kay
In her soft blue sweater, Mary Kay, Mary Kay
Under the bleachers
Deeper and deeper
Oh teacher
So hard to find my way,
Now that I’m all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My how you have grown,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I’m overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
And don’t it make my brown eyes blue!
And a roving, a roving, a roving I’ll go, for a pair of brown eyes
You are like a hurricane, there’s calm in your eye
That’s the story of the Hurricane
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
His name is Ali, Mohammed Ali.
He floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee