Amplifiers And old guitars Country music sung in bars And when she sings the revolution's near Beauty holds the microphone And watches as we stumble home And she can see the revolution now Dirt And fish And trees And houses Smoke And hands up women's blouses Not like I expected it would be Bubbles pop in every size It's analyzed and criticized And beauty knows that it is almost here Beauty goes to her address She shuts the door and climbs the stairs And when she sleeps the revolution grows Beauty rests on mattress strings Wearing just her underthings And when she wakes the revolution's here And when she wakes the revolution's here
