Grandma went to court, ‘cause someone called her a wart.
Papa won’t be seen, ‘cause people are just too mean.
I wanta make a livin’ and not be libeled for misgiv’ns.
I can’t say what I think, or I’ll be labeled by the Pink!

You’ve gotta fight, for your right, to offend people!

Don’t let someone tease you, damned if they don’t please you!
Insults assault, some gall, don’t look at my wall!!
I don’t want to hear your facts, there is treatment for that.
Don’t rub me with hubbub, oh Bud, or we’ll send you to a club!

You’ve gotta fight, for your right, to offend people!

Sticks and stones make you moan, names leave you alone prone with red phone.
Live life fully, don’t don a shell to deflect the bullies.
You party, hardy, oh hardly, with your stiffs and pc zombies.
We don’t have to pretend, we crash your fence, and invite all our friends!
Do, do-do-do-do-do!

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You’ve gotta fight, for your right, to offend people!