I heard this song at a peace demonstration in 1963, and jotted down the lyrics, but do not know its composer or origin; nor have I found it on the Internet. If you know, or if it is yours, give me a shout. gene.keyes A~T gmail.com
The Mean Old Pacifist
[composer unknown, ca. 1963;
simple MIDI sequenced by Gene Keyes (from memory) cc. 2008]
I am a mean old pacifist; I think the world's diseased.I've worked my fingers to the bone, signing pleas for peace;
The sooner you all kill yourselves, the sooner I'll be pleased.
I don't like racial prejudice in any form at all;
Yankee, Russian, white or tan, I hate you one and all!
Oh, I've walked for peace, I've struck for peace,
Carried signs to ban the bomb, and run from the police.
And then one day I looked around, and suddenly realized
There's not a one of you SOB's who ought to be alive!
I do not like the Russians with all their cutthroat band;
And for these great United States, I do not give a damn.
Soon will come a mighty flash that brightens up the night.:
I'll slap my knee and shout with glee, it serves you bastards right!