Fall this year brings Arab Spring so near;
Life in middle-class strife's so drear.
I think "free love" at this time of the year,
So I sing on cue for Blue, if hoarse or true.
But there's one thing that makes singing neat for me,
Replacing the Sunday Retreat for me.

All the world's filled with loons as we sing Sixties tunes
While we're protesting Wall Street in the park.
Maybe one day 'twill be fine sweet harmony
'Cause we protested Wall Street in the park.

When they hear us strumming, the bankers will fly 'n' ride;
But they'll bill no more fees that are bloated for buy 'n' slide.

Like Huns we will fight till they bring fees to light,
When we've focused our visions in the park.

We've feigned no sobriety and caused much decri-ety
In the Heritage Society with our claims.
They blamed incapacity and lack of veracity,
Obama's opacity and fanning the flames.
But it's not against our Constitution
To want to impose restitution.

So if done paying fees high-toned universities [1]
Charge, we'll protest tuitions in the park.
And maybe we'll screw in a burled church pew [2]
While we protest religions in the dark.

We'll tutor them all and thereafter we'll verify, [3]
Rejecting the few whose lake homes unions terrify.

My pulse soon will elevate as protests accelerate
To worldwide proportions; slash income distortions
By protesting Wall Street in the park!