Too soon, baby
Too soon, too soon
Too soon, baby
Too soon, too soon
Some birds are born out of context
Some birds laugh at shame
But revolution, baby
Revolution, slag town weavers
Revolution begins in the basement

Cola nuts, baby
Inside, outside
Cola nuts, Mahatma
Eaten me frying
Some eggs are cold from inception
Some eggs rendez-vous
But revolution begins in the basement

Speak to me your best pick up line
Or I ain’t goin’ home with you tonight

Not too soon for the undertaker
Not too soon for the melody maker
24 got his own street
And a bust on the Embarcadero
44 got his own statue
And his very own personal cove
25 gonna have the whole damn town
Knocked down and rebuilt a personal shrine

Speak to me your best pick up line
Or I ain’t goin’ home with you tonight

But revolution, baby
Revolution, Helter Skelter
Revolution, baby
Revolution, bullies on Broad Street
Revolution begins in the basement…

(lyrics: Dan Bern)