The Universal Coward

(álbum: Folk 'N Roll - 1965)

He's young, he's old, he's inbetween and he's so very much confused
He'll scrounge around and protest all day long
He joins the pickets at Berkeley, and he burns up his draft card
And he's twisted into thinking fighting is all wrong
(Universal coward)

He's a pacifist, an extremist, a communist or just a yank
A demostrator, an agitator, just a knave
A conscientious objector, a fanatic or a defector
And he doesn't know he's digging his own his grave
(Universal coward)

Aww, he just can't get it through his thick skull
Why the mighty U.S.A
Has got to be the watchdog of the world
Else that greedy U.S.S.R. will bury us from afar
And he'll never see the missiles being hurled
(Universal coward)

He's the universal coward, and he runs from anything
From a giant, from a human, from an elf
He runs from Uncle Sam, he runs from Vietnam
But most of all he's running from himself
(Universal coward)