What do we do for our freedom, oh, what do we do for our corn?
Poor Big Boss Jones an is bully boys came here last Sunday morn.
He marched right into the village square an grabbed everybody in sight
An made a big speech about how hed come to set this country right.
He said that hed come to save us all from livin in anarchy.
Hed give us a government an laws again, the way it used to be.
He swore hed make this country great like it was before the war,
And all that he wanted was half our crops like taxes was before.
When he was finished, he took his boys and went to the meetin hall
An chased out everybody left in sight and moved in one and all.
So we strolled over to the teachers house and held town meetin there
To talk bout what we were gonna do, just how and when and where.
Early next mornin the old folks come, all smilin to beat the band.
They told Boss Jones they were glad hes here, n theyre proud to shake his hand.
They fawned on him an his bully boys an flattered em left an right
An promised a big feast in their honor in the meetin hall that night.
That evenin everyone in town showed up, all bringin the food an beer.
Boss Jones, he sat at the head of the table, and all his boys sat near.
Oh, they ate n drank n bragged no end bout what they were gonna do
While they scarfed up rhododendron honey and amonida stew.
Now, wed been careful o what we ate, so we didnt take no harm,
But the Boss an is bully boys all keeled over while the coffee still was warm.
We dragged em down to the old mine shaft that was dug before the war
An dropped em down there with all the others whod tried that trick before.
Yes, we remember the world that was and the way that it used to be,
And wed just rather be left alone were used to bein free.
Dont want no more of laws or bosses, dont want no government here.
I hope they dont come again too soon … theyve tried three times this year