Alcatraz (Pelican Island)

It was Pelican Island,

When the Bay was clean.

The birds on the flyway

Used to make the scene.

And the Rock was green.

Alcatraz,

We don't need that plastic jazz.

Give us the island the way it was

When the Indians had their day.

Who needs an Astrodome

In San Francisco Bay!

Sad Rock, cruel Rock

To the souls of men,

Must it be a painted rock

From the five and ten,

Miserable again?

They call it real estate,

That's all they can see,

Wild creatures called it home

That's how it could be,

A joy to you and me.

Do your stuff in Dallas,

New York and Abilene.

We've got hot shots of our own

Messing up the scene;

Leave our Bay serene.

Now the Indians claim the Rock

Just a grain of sand

To the wilds we robbed them of

Their ancestral land.

Red Brother, take your stand!

Alcatraz,

We don't need that plastic jazz,

Let's see the Island the way it was.

When the Indians have their day

We'll cheer that Council Fire

In San Francisco Bay!