It Ain't You, Bob
Go 'way from our borders,
Leave at your own chosen pace.
You're not the one we want, Bob,
Nor the guitar in your case.
You say you're bookin' in somewhere
With a set-list that's unplanned
In a land that's fought for freedom
And where songs are never banned -
Somewhere where you can do your best to sing:
But it ain't here, Bob,
不喜歡, 不喜歡, 不喜歡, it's not here, Bob
Not in Shanghai or Beijing, Bob.
Go politely from the stage, Bob,
Go politely off on tour.
We don't like Google either, Bob,
Who we've also shown the door.
We think you're cookin' up some things
That the Party line can't vet,
Some things that most regrettably
Might support a Free Tibet,
Some things you may be planning on the sly,
But it ain't here, Bob,
不喜歡, 不喜歡, 不喜歡, it's not here, Bob
Not in Beijing or Shanghai, Bob.
Go back upon the tour-bus, Bob,
Have your schedule re-arranged,
You may be sixty-eight-plus, Bob,
But the Chinese times ain't changed.
You may say that we have got a nerve,
With your voice a total wreck,
But dissenters get what they deserve
Or a bullet in the neck,
And you may sing It's Alright Mao
But it ain't here, Bob,
不喜歡, 不喜歡, 不喜歡, it's not here, Bob
In the name of Hu Jintao, Bob.
