Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Talkin John Birch Paranoid Blues

Well, I was feelin sad and feelin blue,

I didnt know what in the world I was gonna do,

Them communists they wus comin around,

They wus in the air,

They wus on the ground.

They wouldnt gimme no peace. . .

So I run down most hurriedly

And joined up with the john birch society,

I got me a secret membership card

And started off a-walkin down the road.

Yee-hoo, Im a real john bircher now!

Look out you commies!

Now we all agree with hitlers views,

Although he killed six million jews.

It dont matter too much that he was a fascist,

At least you cant say he was a communist!

Thats to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.

Well, I wus lookin everywhere for them gol-darned reds.

I got up in the mornin n looked under my bed,

Looked in the sink, behind the door,

Looked in the glove compartment of my car.

Couldnt find em . . .

I wus lookin high an low for them reds everywhere,

I wus lookin in the sink an underneath the chair.

I looked way up my chimney hole,

I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.

They got away . . .

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

Figured they wus in my t.v. set.

Peeked behind the picture frame,

Got a shock from my feet, hittin right up in the brain.

Them reds caused it!

I know they did . . . them hard-core ones.

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

Then I changed my name to sherlock holmes.

Followed some clues from my detective bag

And discovered they wus red stripes on the american flag!

That ol betty ross . . .

Well, I investigated all the books in the library,

Ninety percent of em gotta be burned away.

I investigated all the people that I knowed,

Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go.

The other two percent are fellow birchers . . . just like me.

Now eisenhower, hes a russian spy,

Lincoln, jefferson and that roosevelt guy.

To my knowledge theres just one man

Thats really a true american: george lincoln rockwell.

I know for a fact he hates commies cus he picketed the movie exodus.

Well, I finly started thinkin straight

When I run outa things to investigate.

Couldnt imagine doin anything else,

So now Im sittin home investigatin myself!

Hope I dont find out anything . . . hmm, great god!

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