(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 f**in' 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.)