Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues - Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1963

This is called talkin' John Birch Blues
 And there ain't nothing wrong with this song
 Well, I was feelin' sad and kinda blue
 I didn't know what I was gonna do
 They communists was comin' around
 They was in the air
 They was on the ground
 They was all over
 So, I run down most hurriedly
 And joined the Birch Society
 I got me a secret membership card
 I went back home to the yard
 Started looking on the sidewalk
 Under the hedges
 Well, I got up in the mornin' I looked under my bed
 I was lookin' every places for them gol-darned Reds
 Looked behind the sink, and under the door
 Looked in the glove compartment of my car
 Couldn't find any
 Look behind the cloths, behind the chair
 Lookin' for them Reds everywhere
 I looked way up my chimney hole
 Even looked deep inside my toilet bowl
 They got away
 I heard some footsteps by the front porch door
 I grabbed my shortgun from the floor
 Snuck around the house with a huff and a hiss
 "Saying hands up you communist"
 It was the mail man, he punched me out
 Well, I was sittin' home an' started to sweat
 I figured they was in my T.V. set
 I peeked behind the picture frame
 Got a shock from my feet, right up in the brain
 Them reds did it
 Hooting in the 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
 Betty Ross
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 Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy
 Lincoln, and Jefferson and then Roosevelt guy
 To my knowledge, there's just one man
 That's really and truly an American
 That's George Lincoln Rockwell
 I know for a fact he hates Commies
 'Cause he picketed the movie Exodus
 Well, I finally started thinkin' straight
 When I run outta things to investigate
 I couldn't imagine nothin' else
 So now I'm home investigatin' myself
 Hope I don't find out too much, good God