The Troublemaker
I could tell the moment that I saw him,
He was nothing but the troublemaking kind
His hair was much too long and his motley group of friends
Had nothing but rebellion on their minds.
He's rejected the establishment completely
And I know for sure He's never held a job.
He just goes from town to town
Stirring up the young folks
'Til they're nothing but a disrespectful mob.
And I know for sure He's never joined the army
And served His country like we all have done.
He'd rather wear His sandals and His flowers
While others wage the war that must be won.
They arrested Him last week and found Him guilty
Aand sentenced Him to die but that's no great loss.
Friday they will take Him to a place called Calvary
And hang that troublemaker to a cross.
MmmmmmHmm.......
El alborotador
Desde el primer momento que lo vi,
Sabía que era del tipo alborotador.
Su cabello era demasiado largo y su variado grupo de amigos
Solo tenía rebelión en mente.
Rechazó por completo el sistema establecido
Y sé con certeza que nunca ha tenido un trabajo.
Solo va de pueblo en pueblo
Incitando a los jóvenes
Hasta convertirlos en una turba irrespetuosa.
Y sé con certeza que nunca se unió al ejército
Y sirvió a su país como todos lo hemos hecho.
Prefiere usar sus sandalias y sus flores
Mientras otros libran la guerra que debe ser ganada.
Lo arrestaron la semana pasada y lo encontraron culpable
Y lo condenaron a morir, pero no es una gran pérdida.
El viernes lo llevarán a un lugar llamado Calvario
Y colgarán a ese alborotador en una cruz.
MmmmmmHmm.......
Escrita por: Bruce Belland / Dave Somerville