[INTRO — SOLO ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ALMOST REVERENT] George stood up with a microphone, No orchestra, no throne, Just words we weren't supposed to say And reasons they were known. He held them up like evidence, Turned each one toward the light— Seven little fugitives That couldn't act polite. [PRE-CHORUS — BASS ENTERS, BRUSHED SNARE] Some words start wars, Some words sell lies, Some dress themselves In suit and ties— [CHORUS — FULL BAND, GOSPEL CHOIR ENTERS] Shit! Piss! Fuck! Cunt! Cocksucker! Motherfucker! Tits! [CHOIR — MAJESTIC] Seven words ascending! Seven words offending! Seven little words that made The airwaves need defending! [VERSE 2 — COUNTRY-BLUES GROOVE] You could say "collateral damage," That sounded clean and neat, But say what someone stepped in And they'd drag you off the street. You could threaten Armageddon, You could sell the public fear, But certain Anglo-Saxon sounds Were much too much to hear. [PRE-CHORUS] So George asked why, And George asked who, And once he started asking— Well, the lawyers joined in too. [CHORUS — BIGGER] Shit! Piss! Fuck! Cunt! Cocksucker! Motherfucker! Tits! [CHOIR] Seven words ascending! Standards comprehending! Half the country laughing while The other half's pretending! [BRIDGE — MUSIC DROPS TO PIANO] A word's a noise. A noise gets meaning. Meaning changes With who's listening. Call hatred "policy," Call killing "war," Then clutch your pearls At what four letters are. [PAUSE] Funny old language. [ONE BEAT] Funny old George. [FINAL CHORUS — ABSURDLY HUGE ORCHESTRA + GOSPEL CHOIR] SHIT! PISS! FUCK! CUNT! COCKSUCKER! MOTHERFUCKER! TITS! [TIMPANI HIT AFTER EACH WORD] [CHOIR — FULL CATHEDRAL GRANDEUR] Seven words ascending! Decency descending! Say them on a record and The lawsuits never ending! [OUTRO — EVERYTHING STOPS EXCEPT ACOUSTIC GUITAR] Seven words. That's all they were. [SPOKEN, DRY] Well... Seven very useful words. [FINAL GUITAR CHORD]
