Bài hát Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues Báo Lỗi

This is called Talkin' John Birch Blues

And there ain't nothing wrong with this song


Well, I was feelin' sad and kind o' blue,

I didn't know what I was gonna do,

The Communists wus comin' around,

They wus in the air,

They wus on the ground.

They wus all over. . .


So I run down most hurriedly

And joined the John Birch Society,

Got me a secret membership card

And went back home to the yard.

Started looking on the side walk,

under the hedges


Well, I got up in the morning

Looked under my bed

I was looking every place

For them goddarn Reds

Looked behind the sink

And under the floor

Looked into the glove compartment of my car

Couldn't find any


Looked behind the clothes, behind the chair

Looking for them Reds everywhere

Looked up my chimney hole,

Even deep down inside my toilet bowl.

They got away!


I heard some footsteps by the front porch door

So I grabbed my shotgun from the floor

Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss

Saying 'Hands up you communists!'

It was a male man!

He punched me out.


Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat,

I figured they wus in my T.V. set.

I peeked behind the picture frame,

Got a shock from my feet that hit my brain.

Them Reds did it!

Hootenanny television!


Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,

Got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes.

Followed some clues from my detective bag

And discovered ... red stripes on the American flag!

Betsy Ross . . .


Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy,

Lincoln and Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy.

To my knowledge there's just one man

That's really an' truely an American: that's George Lincoln Rockwell.

I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.


Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight

When I run outa things to investigate.

Couldn't imagine nothin' else,

And I'm home investigatin' myself!

Hope I don't find out too much . . . good God!