IT’S JUST IN PROTEST.

And the battle-cry from the prima-dona

You would’ve thought she was a goner

But no…

It’s just in protest.

And the beggar-man in rags of failure

You think he’d thank you for a tailor

Oh no…

It’s just in protest.

The crowd are standing up and falling down just as quick…

The frying-pan’s hot but we deepen the plot

By avoiding a lot of the fire…

It’s just in protest

No-one has noticed

It’s just in protest.

And the fools of fools are politicians

The qualification is don’t answer questions

Oh no…

It’s another protest.

And the rich and wise can argue figures

But the poor in the squalor are the greatest thinkers

Oh oh…

Why don’t we protest.