The Redwood Stage
Oh The Redwood Stage is a-headin' on over the plain
From the blatherin' hills where the bastards gather insane:
Now is the hour, no time to delay -
Watch his lips smack away, lips smack away, lips smack away.
Oh The Redwood Stage is a-comin on over the rise
With his eyes of blue and the killer look in his eyes:
Better beware! He's entered the fray -
And his lips smack away, lips smack away, lips smack away.
He's backed by dolts and fools,
Things in pools,
Those who liked the laager,
Most of them are ga-ga, or they're cracked - Fact!
As The Redwood Stage comes racketin' in to race,
If you catch the coach, you can see a familiar face:
Tebbit's aboard, his lips in a purse:
Watch his lips whack away, lips whack away - this is a hearse!