The gilt-edged invitation came
And I said, 'What can this mean?'
To attend the coronation
As the first guest of the queen

And sit upon her right hand
Where the prince is mostly seen?
The maids of honor stared at me
And register surprised

To see a man of such good taste
Appear before their eyes
Now being rather humble
I adopted a disguise

As the minister of state
For mass environment controls
Who condemn the working classes
For inhabiting the holes

That belong to queen and country
But do not permit their souls to be free like me
To be free like me, oh to be free

The perspex chandelier
Began to melt and slip away
One million candle-powered
It kept the night at bay

While the power station workers
Were busy making hay
The workers in the fields
Were engaged in self-defense

Which involved the use of barbed wire
As a self-containing fence
But as a means of self-protection
It was needlessly immense

I stopped to ask them for a light
They pointed at the sun
Which raised their hopes of harvesting
A better crop than guns

Can ever mass-produce
At the expense of anyone who is free like me
Who is free like me, oh who is free?

The solitary peasant
In his home above the lake
Raised high on wooden stilts
Has made the singular mistake

Of revolutionary conduct
At the celebration wake
His urban counterpart
Engaged in mundane occupation

Enjoys the chance of laughing
At the queen's humiliation
At the hands of ministers of state
For rehabilitation

Now the power station worker
Though his aim is too disjointed
Finds himself around the corner
While his gun is never pointed

He is ever at the ready
He desires to be anointed and be free like me
And be free like me, and be free like me, oh and be free