Every so often we go to the zoo,
For the monkey, the tiger,
through the bars of their cages.
but it's home, sweet home.
and gossip for ages about the
Animals succeed by natural selection,
De fenses went up when the
Now we're so darned afraid
that we live underground,
from your walls and your floors
Mail them over your windows and doors
now we can hide in our home
Like sheep in a pen, we stand in a line
Take off our shoes, empty our pants
They'd strip us dark naked
Miss Condoleezza absconds
It's orange alert every hour of the day
There's plenty of room at
Behind every bush, a terrorist lurks
Population control, you bet it works
They're hoping we won't want their oil and their water,
their air, their cheap labor,
their lands for our slaughter,
and all of their space for our home,
for their paws or their fins,
but they don't have to pay
for the prison they're in.
they're straw in their cage
in their home, sweet home
if you're green or you're red
Carlton and Georgie are under your bed
Okay, it's time for Mr. Billy Bragg.
Geez, he comes when I call
and even Margaret Thatcher
I'm at your beck and call.