Strawbs - To be free

The ^Cgilt-edged invitation came and I ^Fsaid, "What can this mean? To at^Ctend the coronation as the ^Ffirst guest of the Queen And ^Gsit upon her right hand, where the ^FPrince is normally seen?" The ^Cmaids of honour stared at me and ^Fregistered surprise To ^Csee a man of such good taste, ap^Fpear before their eyes Now ^Gbring rather humble, I a^Fdopted a disguise As the ^GMinister of State for Mass En^Fvironment Controls Who con^Gdemn the working classes for in^Fhabiting the holes That ^Gbelong to Queen and Country, but do ^G7not permit their souls To be ^Cfree like ^Gme To be f^Cree like ^Gme Oh, to be ^Cfree__ ^{F C F}

The ^CPerspex chandelier began to ^Fmelt and slip away One ^Cmillion candle-powered, it ^Fkept the night at bay While the ^Gpower station workers were ^Fbusy making hay The ^Cworkers in the fields were en^Fgaged in self-defence Which in^Cvolved the use of barbed wire as a ^Fself-containing fence But as a ^Gmeans of self-protection, it was ^Fneedlessly immense I ^Gstopped to ask them for a light, they ^Fpointed at the sun Which ^Graised their hopes of harvesting a ^Fbetter crop than guns Can ^Gever mass produce at the ex^G7pense of anyone Who is ^Cfree like ^Gme Who is ^Cfree like ^Gme Oh, who is ^Cfree__ ^{F C F}

The ^Csolitary peasant in his ^Fhome above the lake Raised ^Chigh on wooden stilts, has made the ^Fsingular mistake Of revo^Glutionary conduct at the ^Fcelebration wake His ^Curban counterpart engaged in ^Fmundane occupation En^Cjoys the chance of laughing at the ^FQueen's humiliation At the ^Ghands of Ministers of State for ^FRehabilitation Now the ^Gpower station worker, though his ^Faim is too disjointed Finds him^Gself around the corner, while his ^Fgun is never pointed He is ^Gever at the ready, he de^G7sires to be anointed And be ^Cfree like ^Gme And be ^Cfree like ^Gme And be ^Cfree__ ^{F C F}