Ballade of Bangkok Noise

The makers of noise are not only boys
But adults both women and men;
The sounds that they make can keep us awake
At a volume a hundred times ten.

The worst is a boy with a boom-boom toy,
Or a dog just learning to bark.
When motorbikes howl, wrap your head in a towel
Or reach for the phone as you moan.

You make a complaint and speak with restraint
To policemen who seem not to care,
They laugh at your tears, saying plug up your ears,
Or ear muffs all day you can wear.

The greatest of wrongs are all kind of songs
That blare from the neighbourhood sets,
They hit you with blows from your head to your toes
Like the roaring of megawatt jets.

If you shop in a Tesco or dance in a disco
Your brain will be scrambled or fried
For the level of sounds is quite out of bounds
And requests to tone down are denied

You may think it wise above traffic to rise
And travel to work on the train
But your power of attention will be in suspension
When station noise drives you insane.

We must end all this noise and regain our poise,
Live lives that are tranquil and gay.
We will hear the grass grow and deep waters flow
Be peaceful and happy all day.