Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues

In honor of our current need to find that Yemeni man, I’m posting Bob Dylan‘s Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues:

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 give me no peace…

So I run down most hurriedly
And joined 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’ Betsey 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, Jeffereson 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 thinking 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!

Taken, without permission, from Lyrics, 1962-1985