i got a right to sing the blues
i got a right to stay in bed
i got a right to stand on the sidewalk
and let the rain fall on my head
i got a right to walk the streets
i got a right to say you’re wrong
i got a right to look in a window
and sing my little song
i got a right to be happy
though you deny my name
i don’t want to hear your sermon
but thank you just the same
i got a right to tell the president
he is not what he seems
i got a right to an ice cream sandwich
i got a right to dream my dreams
who are you to tell me
what i can and can not do
you have a police force and an army
i know that that is true
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