Yippie!

Air thick with talk of sex peace and race
Paradigms shifting all over the place
Boat rocking from alienation and rage
A paradoxical patriot leapt to the stage

Abbie and his band of merry yanksters
On a mission to mock imperialist gangsters
They were Marxists of the Groucho school
And guerrilla theater was their radical tool

The squares called their ideas pie in the sky
So they threw their pies in politician’s eyes
Stuffed shirts never seemed to get the joke
Hell, chuck ‘em if they can’t shake a yoke!

Yippie!

The great unwashed were called to Washington
To exorcise the demons from the Pentagon
Couldn’t get the brass properly high
But angel heads arrived to give it a try

Valiantly defying the law of gravity
Allergic to any kind of authority
Both america’s orphan and his father
Stand-up subversive and professional bother

Yippie!

In Grant Park the insubordinate freaks
Were granted whacks on either cheek
A fiasco made of Daley’s big show
The Democratic Convention in Chicago

It was Hoffman versus Hoffman
In the trial of a generation
Eight defendants who’d sent the invitation
Inciting the imagination of a war-torn nation

Abbie knew courtrooms had three rings
So delighted in jerking the judge’s strings
Charged with conspiring to get his skull cracked
They brought elephants into the room
And donkeys into the act

Yippie!

Well, he took the heat for playing in the snow
But he was really a victim of Cointelpro
Once the vanguard of the revolution of fun
Abbie went on the run and left a fatherless son

Even in exile he fought the good fight
Most famous fugitives stay out of sight
But Abbie couldn’t stay out of the game
Waging environmental battles under another name

Well, they don’t make ’em like Abbie anymore
The Man learned a lot from the Vietnam war
First, stay away from the lottery draft
Or else the radicals will have the last laugh

Yippie!

May 5, 2017. Category: Word Jazz.

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