歌曲 | Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | The Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 - Concert at Philharmonic Hall |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue | |
I didn’t know what in the world I wus 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 Hitler’s 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 down 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 all 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’ Betsy 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! |
Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue | |
I didn' t know what in the world I wus 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 awalkin' down the road | |
Yeehoo, I' m a real John Bircher now! | |
Look out you Commies! | |
Now we all agree with Hitler' s 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 goldarned 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 down 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 hardcore ones | |
Well, I quit my job so I could work all 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' Betsy 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 | |
Ninetyeight 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! |
Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue | |
I didn' t know what in the world I wus 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 awalkin' down the road | |
Yeehoo, I' m a real John Bircher now! | |
Look out you Commies! | |
Now we all agree with Hitler' s 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 goldarned 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 down 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 hardcore ones | |
Well, I quit my job so I could work all 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' Betsy 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 | |
Ninetyeight 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! |