“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 fantastic 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”
– Excerpted lyrics from The “Protest Song” parody of Bob Dylan.