The Revolution Aka Sticking It To the Man

Of all of the days to sleep in this late Why did I have to choose today The revolution we'd been planing along I'm sure was already underway I grabbed my bag, thank goodness already packed And headed for the door I ran out so fast my dog was aghast My feet barely touching the floor When I arrived at the park I saw none of my friends There were old ladies knitting shawls Old men playing rummy and gin I was already there So I refused to go home The revolution got canceled And I wasn't informed So I stood up on my soapbox And yelled listen to me All the old folks gathered round As I gave the greatest of speech I talked of how long We'd been beat down by the man As I went point by point Of my intricate plan There came weakened shouts From a few in the crowd While the hearing impaired Wondered what all the fuss was about We all moved to the street With luck a Boy Scout happened by To help all the old ladies across But only one at a time We surrounded Dairy Queen first Because they have ice cream soft serve Which goes down so smooth When your wearing dentures Next we did a flash mob In the local Right-Aid There were old women swinging purses And old men waving canes They all slowly shuffled down The adult diaper aisle Where they stripped the shelves clean With raspy giggles and wrinkly smiles Things were running so smoothly According to revolutionary plans We were creating social havoc And sticking it BAD to the man In the middle of the craze My cell phone it rang It was my radical friends Wondering where I have been I'm a tad bit embarrassed That's the least I can say In my mad rush to arrive I went to the wrong park today So I snuck out the back of Rite-Aid As the swat team arrived If I had a conscience I'd feel bad In leaving my new old friends behind