VERSE 1:
steal from the rich and give it all to the poor
robin hood should be robbin’ a bank or a store
look at all these bums, no need for a job
they depend on the loot that the merry men rob from us
we have been robbed…
feeding you slobs…
corn on the cob
VERSE 2:
the sheriff of nottingham demands more and more…
tax the rich man til the rich man is poor…
and the classes (masses?) unite in a strike against work
why should all of us work while you washington jerks rob us?
we have been robbed…
feeding you slobs
corn on the cob
VERSE 3:
maid marian, she’s the hand that guides us along
inspires all but she’s only touched by the strong
out here in sherwood forest, everyone schemes
to win over the maid marian of our dreams
so we join different teams…
try different creams…
keep ourselves lean…
eating our rice and our beans…
OUTRO:
we’re winning the war ‘cuz the women are watching us
we’re walking a tightrope, that’s all
eyes straight ahead, don’t look down or you’re dead
eventually everyone falls…