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Thread #25415   Message #1095531
Posted By: Charley Noble
18-Jan-04 - 11:16 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Legal Illegal (Ewan MacColl)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Legal, illegal - (MacColl)
This fine song was the basis for a housing song I co-wrote some years ago dealing with mobile home park issues:

By Charles Ipcar with help from Tim Vogel and Dahlov Ipcar, April, 1982
Tune: Ewan McCall "Legal-Illegal"
Key: F (5/C)

Lord of the Mobile Home Manor


C---------------G----------C
I used to work hard for a living,,
F-----------C----------G7
Up with the sun in the morn,
F------------C------------F--------C
Down at the office from eight to five,
F-C---------------G---C-----G--------F
A slave to a boss who would flay me alive,
------C--------F---C-----F-----C--------G--C
Then fighting the traffic back home to the wife,
----F-C---F-C—F---C---G7--C
Just a cog in the big busi-ness whirl.


Then one day I saw in the paper,
An ad for some green pasture land,
A vision came to me: by buying that space,
I'd get myself out of that office rat race;
With a loan from the bank and a deed to the place,
I'd be Lord of the Mobile Home Manor.

So I surveyed the land on the weekend,
Laid out the drains and the lines,
Pads for the trailers, parking for cars,
A management office and junkfood snack bar,
A tot lot for children would be going too far,
I'd be Lord of the Mobile Home Manor.

Now when I was ready for tenants,
I thought who I'd want to live there:
No children, no pets, no motorcyclists,
No unmarried couples or creeping socialists,
Would find themselves on my "preferred guest list"
For a place at the Mobile Home Manor.

And as for those who would move in,
They'd have to abide by some rules:
No jogging, no gardens, no repairing cars,
No loud stereo music or electric guitars,
No patio parties or watching the stars,
Or be evicted from Mobile Home Manor.

No longer a slave to ambition,
I live off the rents of the land;
Sheltered by interest, insurance, and tax,
And clever accountants to cover my tracks,
I need never fear that IRS ax,
I'm the Lord of the Mobile Home Manor.

Most of this song was composed while I and a friend were driving from Michigan to Maine, after he had reviewed his recent experience as a legal aid attorney working with a tenants group in the Mobile Home Manor in the "outback area" of East Lansing.

Warm regards,
Landlady's Daughter