Lyrics:

'Them fascinating blacks
Got to face the facts
There's time to work and time
To smoke crack in your Cadillac'
Yakkity yak
Yakking and your yakking and you don't talk back

And all those scheming white sheets and necktie nights
Their careless third Reich dreams
A box of matches that's about to ignite
Nighty night night
Whitey white white
You know it just ain't right

How do you expect to dance
With one leg froze
While the other's freezing
The music roars and a prophet rants
And warns there comes a time when you must
Deafen to the voice of reason

And all their stinking wealth
Keep the rich in health
It's just a shame they're pained to do for others
What they do for themselves
And tighten their belts
They try to be convincing but you sure can tell
And all the country's poor hands held out for more
Couldn't find a job with a bomb in a nuclear war
Nobody's sure but don't let it hit you
When we slam the door

How do you expect to dance
With one leg froze
While the other's freezing
The music roars and a prophet rants
And warns there comes a time when you must
Deafen to the voice of reason

Now I might think I'm pretty smart
And call this rambling protest art
And that may touch your heart
But songs are only teasing
And all them singing stars
With their heads on Mars
Wouldn't know a crisis if it hit them
Right between the guitars
They're talking about opinions
But they sure ain't ours

How do you expect to dance
With one leg froze
While the other's freezing
The music roars and the prophet rants
And warns there comes a time when you must
Deafen to the voice of reason

You must deafen to the voice of reason
To the voice of reason
To the voice of reason
To the voice of reason
To the voice of reason