Well I'm about to get upset from watching my TV,
And checking out the news until my eyeballs fail to see.
I mean to say that every day is just another rotten mess,
And when it's going to change, my friends, is anybody's guess.

So I'm watching and I'm waiting, hoping for the best;
You can think I go to praying every time I hear them saying
That there's no way to delay that trouble coming every day,
No way to delay that trouble coming every day.

Wednesday I watched the riots, I saw the cops out on the street,
Watched them throwing rocks and stuff and choking in the heat.
Listened to reports about the whiskey passing 'round,
Seen the smoke and fire and the market burning down,
Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash and slash and bust and burn.


Well you can cool it, you can heat it, 'cause baby, I don't need it.
Take your TV tube and eat it,
And all that phony stuff on sports, and all the unconfirmed reports.
You know I've watched that rotten box until my head began to hurt
From checking out the way the newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so; further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt to bring you news as it comes up.
They say that if the place blows up, they'll be the first to tell,
'Cause the boys they got downtown are working hard and doing swell.
And if anybody gets the news before it hits the street
They say that no one blabs it faster, their coverage can't be beat.
And if another woman driver gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie and you'll see it all complete.


Hey, you know something, people?
I'm not black but there's a whole lots of
Times I wish I could say I'm not white.

Well I've seen the fires burning, and the local people turning
on the merchants in their shops, who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item. Watch the mob just turn and bite 'em.
And they say it served them right because a few of them were white.
It's the same across the nation, black and white discrimination.
Yelling "you can't understand me". and all that other jazz they hand me,
In the papers and TV, and all that mass stupidity
that seems to grow more every day each time you hear some nit-wit say,
He wants to go and do you in 'cause the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him, no matter if it's black or white,
'Cause he's out for blood tonight.
You know we've got to sit around at home and watch this thing begin,
But I'll bet there won't be many live to see it really end.
'Cause a fire in the street ain't like a fire in the hearth,
And in the eyes of all these people, don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town in any state if any clown
Decides that NOW's the time to fight for some ideal he thinks is right.
And if a million more agree, their ain't no great society.
As it applies to you and me, our country isn't free.
And the law refuse to see if all you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor unless your uncle owns the store,
You know that five in every four just won't amount to nothing more.
They'll watch the rats go across the floor and make up songs about being poor.

Blow your harmonica, son...

Copyright 1967 Frank Zappa


Copyright 2000 Wayne Clements