talkin’ john birch paranoid blues – bob dylan كلمات اغنية

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well, i was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue,
i didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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, i’m a real john bircher now!
look out you commies!

now we all agree with hitlers’ views,
although he killed six million jews.
it don’t matter too much that he was a fascist,
at least you can’t say he was a communist!
that’s 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.
couldn’t 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, he’s a russian spy,
lincoln, jefferson and that roosevelt guy.
to my knowledge there’s just one man
that’s really a true american: 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 doin’ anything else,
so now i’m sittin’ home investigatin’ myself!
hope i don’t find out anything . . . hmm, great god!

- bob dylan كلمات اغنية