You’re putting fool ideas in my young boy’s head,
And if he listens to you he’s going to wind up dead.
The man will come down hard, just like he always do,
And when he does we’ll blame it all on you.
My boy’s just a baby, so he don’t know,
And you get him so excited when you put on your show.
But I’ve been around longer, seen the troubles we’ve had.
If he listens to you, he’ll get beaten up bad.
You’re putting fool ideas in my young boy’s head,
And if he listens to you he’s going to wind up dead.
The man will come down hard, just like he always do,
And when he does we’ll blame it all on you.
You’ve got my boy filled with fire, but he’s too young to see
That the way things are is just the way that they be.
You say we’ll overcome all the things that are wrong,
But you can’t change the world with a protest song.
You’re putting fool ideas in my young boy’s head,
And if he listens to you he’s going to wind up dead.
The man will come down hard, just like he always do,
And when he does we’ll blame it all on you.
You keep a rocking the boat; you take a protest walk,
But you can’t change the world with all your fancy talk.
You ain’t nothing but trouble; you’re a fool and a fake.
You way you have a dream, but pretty soon you will wake.
You’re putting fool ideas in my young boy’s head,
And if he listens to you he’s going to wind up dead.
The man will come down hard, just like he always do,
And when he does we’ll blame it all on you.
We’ll blame it all on you.