tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935662058758102231.post608391260239290443..comments2024-03-20T11:21:16.856-04:00Comments on Heneghan’s Dunwoody Blog: Dunwoody Food Truck Thursday at Brook Run Park 6 pm - personally looking forward to Viet-Nomie's and some Blues GuitarJohn Heneghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18046846808671417720noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935662058758102231.post-17687129901228780222013-06-14T05:57:13.621-04:002013-06-14T05:57:13.621-04:00Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
Well, I was...Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues<br /><br />Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue<br />I didn’t know what in the world I wus gonna do<br />Them Communists they wus comin’ around<br />They wus in the air<br />They wus on the ground<br />They wouldn’t gimme no peace . . .<br /><br />So I run down most hurriedly<br />And joined up with the John Birch Society<br />I got me a secret membership card<br />And started off a-walkin’ down the road<br />Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now!<br />Look out you Commies!<br /><br />Now we all agree with Hitler’s views<br />Although he killed six million Jews<br />It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist<br />At least you can’t say he was a Communist!<br />That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria<br /><br />Well, I wus lookin’ everywhere for them gol-darned Reds<br />I got up in the mornin’ ’n’ looked under my bed<br />Looked in the sink, behind the door<br />Looked in the glove compartment of my car<br />Couldn’t find ’em . . .<br /><br />I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere<br />I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair<br />I looked way up my chimney hole<br />I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl<br />They got away . . .<br /><br />Well, I wus sittin’ home alone an’ started to sweat<br />Figured they wus in my T.V. set<br />Peeked behind the picture frame<br />Got a shock from my feet, hittin’ right up in the brain<br />Them Reds caused it!<br />I know they did . . . them hard-core ones<br /><br />Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone<br />Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes<br />Followed some clues from my detective bag<br />And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!<br />That ol’ Betsy Ross . . .<br /><br />Well, I investigated all the books in the library<br />Ninety percent of ’em gotta be burned away<br />I investigated all the people that I knowed<br />Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go<br />The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me<br /><br />Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy<br />Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy<br />To my knowledge there’s just one man<br />That’s really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell<br />I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus<br /><br />Well, I fin’ly started thinkin’ straight<br />When I run outa things to investigate<br />Couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else<br />So now I’m sittin’ home investigatin’ myself!<br />Hope I don’t find out anything . . . hmm, great God!<br /><br />- Bob DylanDaughter of the Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00570983561978292707noreply@blogger.com