Nobody heard him, the angry man,
But still he kept shouting:
I am much angrier than you thought
And not waving but saluting.
Poor chap, he always loved freedom
And now he's right
It must have been too many for him his head gave way,
I say
Oh, no no no, it was always so
(Still the angry one kept shouting)
I demand my country and way of life back
And not waving but saluting.
