of pigs shooting down Brothers on the instant replay There will be no pictures of Whitney Young Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green Liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies and Hooter ville Junction Will no longer be so damned relevant And women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane On search for tomorrow because black people Will be in the street looking for a brighter day The revolution will not be televised There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink or the Rare Earth The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be right back after a message About a white tornado, white lightning, or white people You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom The tiger in your tank or the giant in your toilet bowl The revolution will not go better with Coke The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath The revolution will put you in the driver's seat The revolution will not be televised,