Bob Dylan - Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues lyrics

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 k**ed six million j**s. 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!