Well it's long overdue there/
ain't nothing better to do/
Now we are hipper we been thru the trip/
We can fly right on thru, there's nothing on earth we can do/
Fish or cut bait it's our future/
e're making all together now pull the chain!/
We don't want no pig brother scene
Well we went to max's/
Got down the nitty gritty/
With the Elephants Memory/
Laid something down/
As the news spread around/
About the Plastic Ono/
Elephants Memory Band!/
Well we played some funky/
And laid some tutti frutti/
Singing "Long tall sally's/
Up come a preachman trying to be a teacher/
Singing "God's a red herring in grag!"
I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother I was oppressed and broken-hearted, with the sorrows and injustice I saw, because as a Christian I felt the dishonor to Christianity — because as a lover of my country I trembled at the coming day of wrath.
It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed — who cannot speak for themselves.