i was standing on the sidewalk had a noise in my head there were loudspeakers babbling but nothing was said there were twenty seven companies of female marines there were presidential candidates in new levi jeans it was the red white and blue planning how to endure the fife drum and bugle marching down on the poor god bless america without any doubt and i figured it was time to get out well i have to b lieve that in between scenes good people went and got em done in the sun good people tourist information said to get on the stick you ain t moving til you re grooving with a cubana chick so i hopped on a plane i took a pill for my brain and i discovered i was feeling all right when i strolled down the prado people looked at me weird who s that hippy hoppy character without any beard drinking juice from papayas singing songs to the trees dancing mambo on the beaches spreading social disease now the castro convertible was changing the style a whole lot of action on a blockaded isle when along come a summons in the middle of night saying buddy we re about to indict when i went up on the stand with my hand good people you ve got to tell the truth in the booth good people started out with information kind of remote when a patriotic mother dragged me down by the throat when they ask you a question they expect a reply doesn t matter if you re fixin to die well i was lying there unconscious feeling kind of exempt when the judge said that silence was a sign of contempt he took out his gavel banged me hard on the head he fined me ten years in prison and a whole lot of bread it was the red white and blue making war on the poor blind mother justice on a pile of manure say your prayers and the pledge of allegiance every night and tomorrow you ll be feeling all right uh huh huh