The President, he’s got his war. Folks don’t know just what it’s for.
Unreal values, crass distortion — Unwed mothers need abortion.
Tryin’ to make it real, compared to what?
A-hangin’ on, with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
that is hangin’ up the God-damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut (Everybody now!)
Tryin’ to make it real, compared to what? C’mon baby!
Twisted children killin’ frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin’ logs
Tired old lady kissin’ dogs
I hate the human love of that stinking mutt (I can’t use it!)
Try to make it real, compared to what? C’mon baby now!
Folks don’t know just what it’s for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We’re chicken-feathers, all without one nut. God damn it!
Tryin’ to make it real, compared to what? (Sock it to me)
Tryin’ to duck the wrath of God
Preacher’s fillin’ us with fright
They all tryin’ to teach us what they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut (I can’t use it!)
Tryin’ to make it real, compared to what?
Where’s my God and where’s my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol’ young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it real, compared to what?
Included as the first song on the album “Swiss Movement” — the single sold over one million copies. This is the live at Montreux version, with the audio mixed with a little more clarity.
Filmed live at the 1969 Montreux Jazz Festival. The first song of their set.
Roberta Flack version, with her on voice and piano. Recorded in February 1969 for her debut album “First Take.” At that time, her manager was piano player Les McCann.