Tune: we're looking for a PIANO (Salad Days)
by Judith Proctor
We're looking for a rebel,
A rebel?
Yes, a rebel,
Just any wanted rebel?
No, the one with curly hair.
We're writing florid phrases,
'Till his his reputation blazes,
From the screens of all the TVs,
From the domes to everywhere.
We're looking, we're looking, we're look look look look looking,
We're looking for an R. E. B. E. L.
We're looking for a rebel,
A rebel?
Yes, a rebel,
Just any wanted rebel?
No, the one who's called Roj Blake.
For while his method's drastic,
We are so enthusiastic,
That we think he's quite fantastic,
And we won't accept a fake.
He must be near to where we are,
We've seen him very lately,
You need not fear we'll go too far,
We only lust sedately,
He's come, he's gone, he's out of sight,
This rebel's most elusive,
We'd like to buy the right to write,
His life story, exclusive.
We're looking, we're looking, we're look look look look looking,
We're looking for an R. E. B. E. L.
We're looking for a rebel,
A rebel?
Yes, a rebel,
Just any wanted rebel?
No, the one who's not allowed,
His followers are requested,
To appear and be arrested,
Though the prisons are congested,
With a growing rebel crowd.
The Federation want him bad,
For crimes they say they're wise to,
But surely they should understand,
The crime they close their eyes to.
Freedom's banished by the State,
It has to be reported,
On printed forms on triplicate,
And filed away and hoarded.
We're looking, we're looking, we're look look look look looking,
We're looking for an R. E. B. E. L.
We're looking for a rebel,
A rebel?
Yes, a rebel,
Just any wanted rebel?
No, the one who's here today.
We know it's quite revealing,
But we have a kind of feeling,
That our senses will be reeling,
Should he chance to glance our way.
We're looking, we're looking, we're look look look look looking,
We're looking for an R. E. B. E. L.