The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – President Reagan's Birthday Present lyrics
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
See, I was riding in my Jumbo
I was sitting in the chair
When a squadron full of Bolsheviks
Came flying through the air
They were Communists and assholes,
They were hicks and they were squares
They were Communists in MiGs
They got me then and there
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Bring it on down
Rock it on down
It's a song about life.
Yeh, it's a song about life.
Yeh, real life
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red red red facists
So what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do about it?
So what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about this, President, Man?
Happy Birthday, dear Mr. President!