Amplifiers And old guitars

Country music sung in bars

And when she sings the revolution's near



Beauty holds the microphone

And watches as we stumble home

And she can see the revolution now



Dirt And fish And trees And houses

Smoke And hands up women's blouses

Not like I expected it would be



Bubbles pop in every size

It's analyzed and criticized

And beauty knows that it is almost here



Beauty goes to her address

She shuts the door and climbs the stairs

And when she sleeps the revolution grows



Beauty rests on mattress strings

Wearing just her underthings

And when she wakes the revolution's here

And when she wakes the revolution's here