Leaflets

[Moll, spoken]
What did they got you for?

[Larry Foreman, spoken]
Who? Me?
Making a speech
And passing out leaflets
The formal charge is insight into riots
Ain’t you ever see my act?
Well I’m creeping along in the dark
My eyes is crafty
My pocket is bulgen
I’m loaded
Armed the thieves
With leaflets

And am I quick on the draw
I come up to you
Very slow
Very sneaky
And with one fail gesture
I tuck a leaflet into your hand
And then
One
Two
Three
There’s a riot
You’re the riot
I insighted you
Oh I'm terrific I am

[Ensemble, spoken]
(gibberish)

[Moll, spoken]
That don’t sound like nothing to get arrested for
Beside you don’t seem very worry

[Larry Foreman, spoken]
Listen girly you don’t want to talk that way
That’s dangerous talk
First thing you know they’ll have you deported as well as fumigated
But it’s a good leaflet
We printed it ourselves
We got a committee too
Farmers and city people
Doctors, lawyers, newspapermen
Even a couple of poets
And one preacher
We all middle class
We all got property
We also got our eyes opened