Author; Vicki Ryder
Tune; Which Side Are You On?

CHORUS:
The people or the pipeline? Which side are you on?
The people or the profiteers? Which side are you on?
To sacred lands and burial grounds, the native people come,
And we’ll stand in solidarity until their fight is won.

CHORUS
They gather now at Standing Rock, tribes from throughout the land,
To keep their water and their homes from greedy corporate hands.

CHORUS
Dakota Access Pipeline, your profits bring you shame;
You bulldoze and you terrorize, all in money’s name.

CHORUS
You set your dogs upon the people, and they get thrown in jail,
But they’ll stand and fight with all their might until they do prevail.

CHORUS
Water is a sacred trust, without it we’ll all die;
So we can’t allow that pipeline ’neath the North Dakota sky.

CHORUS
Many hundred years ago you forced them from their homes,
Now they’re rising up to say “No More,” this land you cannot own.

Let’s hear it for HB2,

Protecting me and you;

Now you won’t have to fear

That anyone queer

Will be peeing next to you.

 

Let’s hear it for HB2,

And the bigots who voted it through;

Now you all must prove

When your bowels move

That you know just who is who.

 

So check the sign on the door
And then do something more,
Prove your sex
To the old rednecks

Who voted for this law.
With five minutes to decide,

They set gay rights aside;

And bigotry

Has been set free,
But we still have our pride.

 

And there’s one thing we all know.

As we did to old Jim Crow:
Again and again
We’ll fight ’til we win!

HB2 has got to go!

CHORUS:

They lie through their teeth with the greatest of ease,

Those bigots who’d bring us all down to our knees;

So we’ve got to stand strong and repeal Hate Bill 2,

It’s not just about bathrooms, we know.

 

They thought they’d distract us with a transgender law,

But we’ve read the fine print and we know it’s much more:

Taking rights from our workers, our cities and towns...

It’s not just about bathrooms, we know.

REPEAT CHORUS

 

Minimum wages and fair labor laws

Are some of the things that we’re now fighting for;

And the right to appeal in our very own state

When we face injustice, racism and hate.

 

They think they’re immune from our fed-er-al laws,

And ignore them just like in the old Civil War.

But we’ll fight them in court and we’ll rage and we’ll roar,

‘Cause it’s not just about bathrooms, we know.

REPEAT CHORUS

 

The homophobes pushing this bill quickly through

Thought we’d be fooled by the language they drew.

Government overreach surely must be

When they start making laws about where we can pee.

 

So it’s Monday in Raleigh, and we’re back today

To tell Pat McCrory that we’re here to stay,

And we’ll keep coming back if he drags us away...

‘Cause it’s not just about bathrooms, we know.

REPEAT CHORUS

 

 

 

Chorus #1:

Look out! ’Cause we are growing bolder!

We’re gaining strength as we grow older!

Our steps they might be slow,

And ’though our boobs are hanging low,

We are Raging Grannies strong!

 

It’s economic equity we’re raging for today.

Billionaires get richer while we struggle for fair pay.

While people sleep on sidewalks, Grannies seek another way...

We are Raging Grannies strong!

 

Chorus #2:

Look out! ’Cause we are growing bolder!

We’re gaining strength as we grow older!

You can throw us into jail, but by our numbers we’ll prevail.

We are Raging Grannies strong!

 

They tell us that the TPP’s a benefit for all
But corp’rate power always trumps the rights of one and all.

With loss of jobs and secret courts, it’s such a lousy call...

So spread the word it’s wrong.

REPEAT CHORUS #2

 

Climate change is here to stay; it’s hot as hell today!

In other places, homes and farms are being washed away.

Glaciers melt and oceans rise... disasters every day...

And the poor are the first to pay.

REPEAT CHORUS #2

 

Anyone can buy a gun; they’re easy to obtain;

Children get their hands on them, they think it’s just a game.

We’ve got to fight the NRA, they really are insane.

We are Raging Grannies strong!

REPEAT CHORUS #2

 

Song for ATLAH

tune: Puff the Magic Dragon

by Nora Freeman

NYC-metro gaggle

11/22/15

 

We’re demonic homos

We’re out to sodomize

Your dear sweet lovely little ones

And tell them dirty lies

 

They’ll learn the gay agenda

And not the ABCs

We’ll turn them into terrorists

The Koran they will read

 

Disciples of Obama

That’s what they will be

They’ll blow up churches everywhere

And then get gay-married

 

But maybe there’s a problem

With our satanic scheme

Gays and fundies of all kinds

Are on opposing teams

 

Hate to bust your bubble

But delusional you are

Your fanatic ravings

Have gone way too far

 

Tell puppetmaster Dobson

That the jig is up

Time to stop dividing us

And practice Christian love

 

 

Unique and precious

Is each boy and girl

Every single one

All around the world

 

Some are normal

Whatever that means

But so many others

Have much greater needs

 

There was a place

Known as Willowbrook

A place of mis’ry

Where we didn’t have to look

 

Instead of school

It’s where THOSE kids went

But the ones from rich families

To private schools were sent

 

Education is a human right

Into darkness, it shines a light

Let’s meet all the needs of all of our kids

Brilliant, average, special ed

 

 

 

 

 

A B C D E F G

Don’t you take my school from me

Charters don’t take every kid

But you fund them like they did

No more bubbling standardized tests

They don’t measure real progress

 

Like rich kids I need the arts

Modern labs would be a start

Some of us have special needs, but

All are flowers, none are weeds

Educate each one of us

Don’t send us to the back-of-the-bus!

 

In nineteen hundred fifty four

Supreme Court opened schoolhouse doors

To students of every race

Don’t bring back the bad old days

Education’s an expense that

Costs far less than ignorance

 

 

One bright sunny day
In Ferguson MO (say: “moe”)
Michael Brown was-shot-and-killed
For walking in the road
Hands up in the air
No weapon had he
He was yet another victim
Of police brutality

(bridge)
Eric Garner, Sean Bell
Amadou Dillo
Ramarley Graham
And Ousmane Zongo
It’s a long mournful list
Growing all the time
Moms and dads weep
And watch their kids die

Into the streets
Streamed his family and friends
To protest the death of
Another young black man
The cops were ready
With military gear
Like foreign invaders
Filling everyone with fear

(bridge)
People of color
Have the right
To walk outdoors
Any day or night
The mission of the cops
Is to serve and protect
Respect for all
Is what we all expect

We’re teachers, doctors, students in debt,
Grandmothers, ministers, housewives, vets.
So here’s the thing that we don’t get:
Which of us is the imminent threat?

We work for a living our whole lives through,
Working three jobs when two won’t do;
Earning minimum wage, dragged down by debt,
So which of us is the imminent threat?

You take away our Medicaid and poison our wells,
You lock our kids in private prison cells,
We’re mighty angry, you can bet,
But which of us is the imminent threat?

You ignore the Constitution and the Bill of Rights,
You change the rules in the middle of the night.
But you ain’t seen the last of us yet,
’Cause you’re the ones who are the imminent threat!

 

 

 

We stand upon the corner but the cars go right on by

We see the people looking watching us but they avoid our eyes

We hold out signs, hope for a coin, for food and for supplies

But the people think we lie.

I’m not afraid to work, you see;  I’ve worked most of my life.

But I fell upon some hard times and now all I know is strife

The doors keep closing in my face; I haven’t got a chance

To hold up my head with pride

CHORUS:

Glory, Glory Hallelujah

We know how to stick it to you

We’ll take all your possessions and we’ll drive you all away

And you’ll just disappear.

 

I’m worried about my family; my kids live in a car

My wife cries every day and night; no money in the jar.

We live on change and handouts from some people we don’t know

And we just don’t get very far.

We stand quietly and wait our turn at soup lines in the park

We’re grateful for the food and clothes and stay until it’s dark

And then we turn and slowly make our wayback to our tarp

And we feel that life’s not fair.

We go to bed each night and lie awake ‘cuz we can’t sleep

Not knowing if our tentsand tarps will be put in the street

It’s freezing cold, it’s raining hard or sweltering in the heat,

It’s impossible to sleep.

(Chours)

Mine eyes have seen the ‘dozers as they come on down the street

We really can’t believe it ‘cuz we’re barely on our feet.

The dump trucks simply haul away the few things that we own,

And we’re homeless once again.

We’d like to have a real bed so that we can safely sleep

A roof to shelter all of us, some water and some heat

A shower would be wonderful, I wouldn’t feel so beat.

If I just had a place to call home.

CHORUS:

We don’t like your Hallelujah!
And we know how to stick it to ya’!
We’ll ‘doze you out of office when we’re in the voting booth,
And you’ll just disappear!

Chalked the Sidewalk
(Tune: “Clementine”
Lyrics © by Vicki Ryder

Chalked the sidewalk (it was washable)
Chalked the sidewalk last night;
Wrote a message to the banksters,
That gauging poor folks isn’t right.

Got arrested, (Can you believe it?)
Got arrested last night.
The po-lice they came and got me,
Gave me quite an awful fright.

 What has happened to the freedoms
That they say they’re fighting for?
What’s so wrong with using chalk
To stop the banks from gauging more?

Sidewalk artists and little children
Chalk the sidewalks, that’s no crime.
But if you dare write against the banksters
Then you’ll end up doing time.

If you think (just as I once did)
Tha-at this can’t happen here,
Stick your head into the sand, and
Say good-bye to your derriere.

Our rights and freedoms are disappearing
Just like chalk on a rainy night,
So get out there and chalk the sidewalk
’Cause for our freedoms we must fight.

 

 

Oh, give us a beach
Where oil spills can’t reach,
And there’s no sticky goo on the sand,
Where children can play,
And the birds and fish stay
Free from harm... that’s our simple demand.

CHORUS:

        No frackin’! No way!
        We say keep those frackers away!
        We say NO to those rigs
        And those comp’nies so big!
        Mother Earth still comes first in our land.

There are so many ways
To make power these days
From the wind and the sun, don’t you see?
Let’s stop hydrofracking
And mountaintop hacking
Let’s treat the Earth as it should be.

REPEAT CHORUS

Oh, Wal-Mart’s come into our town
And discounted all their prices down.
They’ve built big stores.

They’re keeping their prices very low
By paying their workers far below
A living wage.

They sell cheap stuff from foreign shores
Made by the sweat of the working poor
For us to buy.

They sell below the other shops
So all the little moms and pops
Will soon be closed.

With no more jobs and no more pay
The shoppers soon will go away...
Then who will buy?

So, Wal-Mart get out of our town!
You’re tearing our economy down.
And we won’t buy!!!

Wal-Mart sucks...
The life out of towns!
The mom and pop stores have to close their doors
And local economies fall through the floor!
Yes, Wal-Mart sucks.

Wal-Mart stinks...
Of corporate greed!
They sell cheap goods made by foreign sweatshops
Where workers earn pennies and work ‘til they drop!
Yes, Wal-Mart stinks!
 
Wal-Mart blows...
Away union jobs!
Good wages and benefits? Nothing but lies!
They’ll fire you quick if you organize!
Yes, Wal-Mart blows!

Look at Wal-Mart in your city
Where the people often shop,
It's a store that sells cheap products
Made in foreign sweatshops.

            So stop shopping at this Wal-Mart
            ’Til it treats its workers well,
            And if Wal-Mart won't cooperate,
            They can just go straight to hell.

And its management whose treatment
Of the women is unfair,
And the companies it deals with
End up losing their fair share.

            So stop shopping . . .

Living wage is non-existent,
They can never unionize,
When they try to, they get fired!
Please don't shop here we advise.

             So stop shopping . . .

 You'd better watch out, it's happening fast --
Mom and Pop shops are a thing of the past.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
The corner store's gone, it couldn't compete
With mega-marts cov’ring a million square feet.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

            Two hundred billion dollars
            They're haulin' in each year!
            They're the biggest corporation
            In both the hemispheres....

They say they're "just folks,” simple and plain,
But we know that they’re the Merchants of Shame!
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

You'd better take note if you're in retail,
Tomorrow your job might be up for sale.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
A poverty wage is what you'll expect
When you've got the Waltons writing your check.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

            They're slashing pay and prices,
            It’s a national disgrace!
            They’re destroying our economy
            While they wear their happy face....

 So it's time to say "NO!" We're taking a stand.
 Shopping for Justice, that is our plan.
 Wal-Mart stores, get out of our town!

If you need a loan to get you through
Payday lending’s not the way to go.
Regions Bank will screw ya bad;
They’re greedy and they’ve got to go!

         CHORUS:

         Payday loans have got to go!
         They just prey on the poor.
         Regions Bank, get out of town,
         And don’t come back no more!

 They charge outrageous interest rates.
Their usury should be a crime.
We’re here to tell ya Regions Bank
Should be jailed and doin’ time.
REPEAT CHORUS


Three hundred sixty-five percent:
That’s the interest you must pay.
They will rob you deaf and blind,
‘Cause that’s their thievin’ way.
REPEAT CHORUS

Regions Bank, we say to you,
We will shut you down!
We don’t want the likes of you
Doin’ business in our town.
REPEAT CHORUS

You’re mad at Mama, get trigger-happy
Just get on board with the NRA
Your boss is dumb and your job is crappy
But your Glock will blow them all away.

Get out your AK-47
When there’s a traffic jam ahead
You’ll send the righteous folks to heaven
And the bad guys will be cold and dead.

You DON’T need any PERmit
Just BUY a gun at the show
There’s THOUsands of choices
LOAD YOUR PEACEMAKER AND BLOW!

You want to TEACH kids at school a lesson
You say they’re treatin’ you like a fool?
Just pack your LUNCH with your Smith &
Wesson You’ll SHOW ‘em you are righteous cool.

I bet your Dad has an old  revolver
He keeps it up on the pantry  shelf
So take down that old problem-solver
But beware that you don’t shoot yourself.

Now when you see an endangered species
Load up your Luger’s magazine
The critters litter the woods with feces
Those wolves and cougars are  obscene!

Your little brother is a nuisance
Mother always liked him best
It’s easy enough to off him
Like any other pest.

Forget your worries, get trigger-happy
Buy a piece from Amazon-dot-com
Solve all your problems, and make it snappy
It’s your own private atom bomb!

Tune: To Know, Know, Know Him (Lively youtube versions all over the place - just google)
by Rose DeShaw
O Stephen Harper [spoken]– (exasperated lead in)
Headshaking in frustration: Gesture to audience & start singing:
Can’t trust trust trust him
With our old age pension funds
And I don’t and I don’t and I don’t
Just to see him smile
O that crocodile!
To know know know him
Is to doubt, doubt, doubt him
And I do (and I do and I do)
We’ve been good to him
Majority we’ve given him
Some people say that he’s quite the guy
Most shake their heads & they wonder why
Just to know him
Is to doubt doubt doubt him
And I do (and I do and I do)
Why can’t he see
Old age’s no cup of tea
Someday he will be
Richer by far than you & me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Can’t trust trust trust him
There’s no love, love lov’in
Just to see him smile
Chills me quite a while
To know know know him
Makes me doubt doubt doubt him
And I do (and I do and I do)

On the first day of taxes
my government said to me,
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the second day of taxes
my government said to me,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the third day of taxes
my government said to me,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the fourth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the fifth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the sixth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the seventh day of taxes
my government said to me,
Sewers to take waste,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the eighth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Prisons to hold felons,
Sewers to take waste,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the ninth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Parks for play and picnics,
Prisons to hold felons,
Sewers to take waste,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the tenth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Libraries for all,
Parks for play and picnics,
Prisons to hold felons,
Sewers to take waste,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the eleventh day of taxes
my government said to me,
Health care for our elders,
Libraries for all,
Parks for play and picnics,
Prisons to hold felons,
Sewers to take waste,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

On the twelfth day of taxes
my government said to me,
Help for our veterans,
Health care for our elders,
Libraries for all,
Parks for play and picnics,
Prisons to hold felons,
Sewers to take waste,
Good roads to drive on,
Clean air to breathe,
Emergency health workers,
Food that’s safe to eat,
Clean drinking water, and
for Schools, Police and Fire Protection.

Sometimes cops, they just seem to lose it
That’s what dark-skinned people must fear
There’s a long list of abuses to prove it
Here are a few of those mournful names.

Patrick Dorismond, killed for refusing
An undercover cop’s request for drugs
Shawn Bell, never got to his wedding
The cops’ 50 gunshots got to him first

Remember Diallo, armed with a wallet
Clifford Glover, only 10 years old
Timothy Stansbury, on his way to a party
So many more whose names we don’t know

Abner Louima was raped in a precinct
He’s still alive so the criminal’s in jail
Because Louima was able to counter
The slanders and smears that came his way

If you are white, please take a moment
A brief speculation, and then you may know
Imagine your children, their skin a bit darker
What will you tell them, when outside, they go

Will you tell them, police are their friends
With a mission to serve and protect
Or will you beg them to give cops a wide berth
Because the black and the brown never know who’ll be next

Marcelo Lucero
Worked for wages so very low
Kids who didn’t like immigrants
Went out hunting for someone like him
To torment and terrify
They wanted to terrify

Marcelo Lucero
To your murder we say no
No to the racism, hatred and fear
That took away your life so dear
We must remember your name
We will remember your name

Immigrants and native-born
To one race we all belong
All entitled to human rights
To work and live by our own lights
We must learn to live in peace
On earth in heavenly peace

[I wrote this song for the Triangle Grannies to sing at a public hearing on a proposed rate hike of 18.6% by Duke Energy, our local power company (monopoly). Despite record-breaking CEO salaries and bonuses in the multi-millions, they are crying poor. While this is a local struggle, I think the song has potential for being adapted for other struggles, as well.]

We’re the Raging Grannies and we’ve come to have our say,
To speak out for the people and to tell you there’s no way
To justify a rate hike for Duke Energy today…
No rate hike! No way!”

CHORUS:
         So listen to the people and just turn the rate hike down.
         We don’t want their toxic power plants polluting all our towns.
         We demand that you all listen to the citizens today:
         “No rate hike! No way!”

The bosses at Duke Energy grow richer every day;
They’re rakin’ in the millions and they now want us to pay.
They got a rate hike last year and they’ll get one next year, too.
That’s a thirty percent increase that they want from me and you!
REPEAT CHORUS

They’re burning coal and natural gas and it’s so plain to see
That they’re wrecking our environment and our economy.
They shouldn’t be rewarded for their wasteful business plans;
They’ll build toxic plants that should be banned.
REPEAT CHORUS

 If you cave in now to their demands there’ll be no end in sight
To the rate hikes that they’ll take from us; that gives us quite a fright!
They’ll be building nuclear power plants with ou-ur hard-earned dough,
Fukashima should have taught us that’s a crazy way to go.
REPEAT CHORUS 

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The USA’s addicted now to fossil fuel and oil,
And hydrofracking’s on the rise; that makes our blood just boil.
We know that fracking will destroy our water and our soil….
Hydrofracturing just sucks!

CHORUS:

        (So) Take your freakin’ frackin’ drills and keep ‘em from our town,
        We don’t want your fracking turning all our water brown,
        Take your freakin’ frackin’ drills or we will shut you down!
        Hydrofracturing just sucks.

 It blows in nasty chemicals and poisons all the water;
And causes quakes beneath the earth – a thing it shouldn’t oughta;
We want safe drinking water for our sons and for our daughters,
But hydrofracturing just sucks!

        CHORUS

 

CHORUS:
                Can you hear me now, Verizon?
                This wake-up call’s for you.
                You’re raking in the billions
                And pay no taxes, too.
                And now you want your workers
                To roll over and play dead,
                But we’re not gonna take it
                And we’re risin’ up instead!

 You’d outsource all your workers
And slash their benefits,
Cut retirees off from health care –
That really gives us fits!
We’re sick of your tax dodging,
It’s a shameful greedy crime,
So we’ll stand with the workers
On Verizon’s picket line.

 CHORUS

 We’re done with being quiet
While the rich live off the poor.
We’re tired of your greed
And we won’t take it anymore.
We’ll strike against Verizon
‘Til the corporations learn
That the people now are risin’
To take back what we have earned.

CHORUS

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In late March 2011, Florida State Rep. Scott Randolph (D-Orlando) commented during a floor debate that while the GOP is loathe to regulate big business, it thinks nothing of regulating a woman's reproductive choices. Therefore, he suggested that to maintain control of her own uterus, a woman might need to incorporate it.  Randolph was quickly rebuked by his GOP counterparts for saying “u-----” on the House floor, and the word now has been banned from use in the Florida legislature. The Florida ACLU is hot on the case.

The Uterus Song
(Tune: “Bye-Bye Blackbird”)
Lyrics © by Vicki Ryder

If you’re a Republican, it’s okay to screw everyone,
Just don’t say “uterus!”
You can send our kids to war while watching your investments soar,
But don’t say “uterus!”
Taking bribes used to be thought just awful;
Now fat cats pay for your campaigns, that’s lawful…
You can take our rights away and torture folks, that’s still okay.
Just don’t say… that word.

You take funds from Planned Parenthood; you’d take all our rights if ya could,
But don’t say “uterus!”
You think abortion is a sin, but what’s that fetus growin’ in?
Shh! Don’t say uterus!
You can get away with bloody torture,
Just don’t say where you were when the stork brought ya.
We’re glad you’re lookin’ out for us, so stamp your feet and make a fuss
When you hear… that word!

Since when is it a dirty word to say the “u” word? That’s absurd!
We’ll say “uterus.”
We’ll sing it strong and sing it loud; it’s a part of us that makes us proud
So we’ll say “uterus.”
We’re not ashamed to call our parts their right names,
We’re just ashamed of men who play these mind games.
So end the wars and feed the poor; do what you were elected for,
And shout out loud… that word!

Uterus and uterus,and uterus and uterus, uterus, uterus!
Uterus and uterus,and uterus and uterus, uterus, uterus!
Uterus and uterus.....

[I wrote this song for another occasion, a couple of months ago, when we were raging against off-shore drilling. The original second verse said "Oh, what will we do if predictions come true, and their oil leaks onto our shore?" But then it happened (!), so I had to revise that second verse and add a third.]

Oh, give us a beach
Where oil spills can’t reach,
And there’s no sticky goo on the sand,
Where children can play,
And the birds and fish stay
Free from harm... that’s our simple demand.

CHORUS:         
         Save our seas and our sand!
         We’re here and we’re taking a stand.
         We say NO to those rigs
         And those comp’nies so big!
         Mother Earth still comes first in our land.

We Grannies are blue.
Our predictions came true,
And their oil leaked onto our shore.
It’s gooey and black
And we can’t put it back.
So we don’t want them drillin’ no more!
CHORUS

Drill, baby, drill”
Was a license to kill
For Halliburton, TransOcean, BP.
So boycott BP
And then maybe they’ll see
What we think of their crude oil spill.
CHORUS

Oh, we’re radical environmentalists,
Yes, we’re radical environmentalists,
We like clean air and clean water,
And our beaches in good order. Oh,
We’re radical environmentalists!

Oh, we like our veggies without pesticides,
And our food without those hormones placed inside.
We like fish without PCBs,
And forests that still have trees, Oh,
We’re radical environmentalists!

Oh, we don’t like energy from fossil fuels,
‘Cause we know that they’ll run out, we ain't no fools!
And we’d rather see those windmill blades
Than nuclear plants in the Everglades.
We’re radical environmentalists!

Yes, we’re radical environmentalists.
When people mess with Mother Earth it makes us pissed!
So get out and tell the others
That the Earth is still our mother....
Then you’ll be a true environmentalist.

Listen to the tenants
Listen to the tenants
What do they say?
What do they say?
Show us some humanity,
Show us some humanity
Right away, right away!

Listen to the people
Listen to the people
What do they say?
What do they say?
EPA* has rent control
EPA has rent control
Come what may, come what may

Listen to the tenants
Listen to the tenants
What do they say?
What do they say?
Struggle-ing to get by
Hear the tenants as they cry,
"We're still here, we're still here"

*East Palo Alto
See PHOTO JOURNAL featuring tenants and Grannies marching together to protect tenants from East Palo Alto's biggest and most greedy landlord...who refused to honor the city's rent stabilization ordinance!

Tesla built electric cars, in San Carlos
They're a start-up on the move in San Carlos

Now they're selling these cars on El Camino
Fancy autos for the stars, El Camino

Can't believe they'd build green cars, down in Downey
Where the toxic wastes were found, down in Downey

Why not build the cars nearby, right in Fremont
There's a lovely site nearby, right in Fremont

Electric cars will pave the way
People Rise UP!
Built in safe enviroments
Tesla Wi-ise UP!

January, 2010