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Bob Dylan( Robert Allen Zimmerman )
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Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
Lyricist:Bob Dylan
Well, I was feelin' sad and kind of blue I didn't know what I was gonna do The Communists were comin' around They was in the air, they were on the ground They were all over
So I ran down most hurriedly And joined the John Birch Society I got me a secret membership card Went back to my backyard And started looking on the sidewalk 'Neath the rose bush
Well, I was lookin' everywhere for them gold darned Reds I got up in the mornin' and looked under my bed Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door Even tore loose the kitchen floor, couldn't find any
I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the chair Looking for them Reds everywhere I looked way up my chimney hole Even looked deep inside my toilet bowl They got away
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I heard some footsteps by the front porch door So I grabbed my shotgun from the floor I snuck around the house with a huff and hiss and 'Hands up, you Communist' it was a mail man He punched me out
Well, I quit my job so I could work alone I got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered they was red stripes on the American flag Did you know about Betsy Ross
Well, I was sittin' home alone and I started to sweat I figured they was in my television set I peeked behind the picture frame And got a shock from my feet that hit my brain Them Reds did it, no one's on the hootin' nanny
Well, I finally started thinkin' straight When I run outta things to investigate I couldn't imagine doin' anything else So now I'm at home investigatin' myself Hope, I don't find out too much, good God
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