You have anticipated all the players Your silent judgment growin And from time to time you pace the floor Because you are a-knowing Yet you cannot stop your sowing All the stars that symbolize where you're going And your heavy rains keep growing Hey, come on, you've got something better to do You have hidden your face from the people And to them you keep on denying That far, far away across the sea For no reason their sons are dying While it's Vietnam you're buying Among all your conservatives a-sighing And all your murderous lying Hey, it's me who's defying Hey, come on, you've got something better to dog What good are all those documents? Those well-kept worthless scrolls When the hand you bit turns and slaps your face The hands you tried to mold And they leave you out in the cold With your pockets full of gold Yet you cannot pay the toll Of the brave and the bold who are shouting Hey, come on, you've got something better to do