TTTO “French Prince of Bell-Air”

Now this a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became a commie and cared about fair

In North California, born and raised
On the whole foods was where I spent most of my days
Doing my taxin’, relaxin’ all cool
As a responsible hippy, not being a fool
When a couple of guys who were doin’ some good
Trying to help the people in the neigborhood
Tried to do what’s right
And my mom got scared
She said, “I have to make you stop carin’ ‘bout ‘fair’”

And so I left home, joined a commune that was near
My path never shone neither brighter nor clearer
If anything, I can say that these guys were rare
And I thought, “Oh I finally made it, they care about fair”

I protested, got arrested, seven times – maybe eight
And I yelled to the coppers, “go home, people-haters”
I looked at my life
Happy I can now care
About the rights of the people, and just what’s good and fair