The People's Cube - Political Satire

Beemer to Ride (sung to Ticket to Ride, apologies to comrades John, Paul, George and Ringo)



I think I'm going to be sad, it looks worse today,
The hair they tried to transplant, it's falling away.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Re-mem-ber when we were free, to do what we pleeee-ase,
we partied naked all day, and swung from the trees,
Now I'm working all day-hey, now I'm paying my way-hey-hey,
kids tuition to pay, but it's okay-yay-yay!

I tell myself that it's just a dream,
I gotta get back to our Woodstock serene,
where love was free and everything easy,
felling groovy, and bitchin', and keen...

I think I'm going to be mad, I gained weight today,
I don't fit in my Armani, too much Frito-Lay.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

General Mousey-Tongue Dude,

Like, I don't remember the '60s at all, which means I was there, except I was born, well, later, but I can totally dig on it. Hope you, the Beemer, a stuffed Tim Leary, Allen Ginsberg's inflated testicles floating above our heads and tethered by a string, and I can catch up at the next Human Be-In. I'll be the guy in the Che shirt.