The Legacy (76)

The Legacy (76)

1

Red Riding Hood, I’m sorry

To hear granny is now dead

The wolfhound didn’t eat her

But old age killed her instead

You inherit granny’s cottage

I come free, a general hand

With a German motorcycle -

It’s a Horex looking grand

Well it has an open sidecar

Granny used to gather wood

So she might survive the winter

Keeping warm and looking good

As with any combination

Find a nice deserted track

Since to ride a combo safely

You will need to get the knack

Chorus

Granny gave us her religion

A fine treasure built on deed

So more valid than a sermon

That sees God inside a creed

To be scornful of the needy

Or to make fun of their plight

Is a trick used by the wealthy

To convince us greed is right

2

Red Riding Hood, I’m happy

To open your Granny’s plan

It’s about saving this planet

From the very worst in man

It will certainly take an effort

There can be no other way

Than a cultural revolution

To reverse moral decay

We can load our motorcycle

That was used to carry wood

With the kind of honest values

That stand out as fine and good

Add to this ethics from Heaven

And fine virtues once conveyed

With tradition in the background

And respect for what God made

Chorus

Granny gave us her religion

A fine treasure built on deed

So more valid than a sermon

That sees God inside a creed

To be scornful of the needy

Or to make fun of their plight

Is a trick used by the wealthy

To convince us greed is right

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Law of the Jungle (75)

The Law of the Jungle (75)

1

Red Riding Hood my precious

What are we supposed to do

In the wake of Che Guevara

And the war on Vietnam too?

It’s dangerous to be a commie

And to share what we possess

Even though free competition

Has created a right mess

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

2

They don’t care about this planet

Justice doesn’t mean a thing

And they love to hurt religion

Like with Martin Luther King

They killed heaps in North Korea

About three million people dead

Well it’s good to kill a commie

Some American general said

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

3

Red Riding Hood my precious

How can we be such a threat

For believing in the workers

Plus a decent safety net?

Competition can be ruthless

In a game of endless war

Called survival of the fittest

Or some Herbert Spencer law

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

4

They don’t care about this planet

Just as long as they grow rich

Minus kindness or compassion

The first things they love to ditch

You must beat the competition

And devalue human life

But then Natural Selection

Rides upon the back of strife

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

5

Red Riding Hood my precious

Must they really be so cruel

With the values of a spider

That is climbing up a wall

Looking down at Humpty Dumpty

What a mess his body made

When he lost his old position

And then met-up with a spade

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

6

They don’t care about this planet

Trade is what they love the most

And those moments of perfection

Like some Rolls Royce Silver Ghost

Yet beyond their fine adornments

And the paper planes they make

It’s so easy to chase pleasure

That is transient or fake

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

 

The End

© Frankie Espirit