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
gonna do The Communists were comin' around They was in the air, they were on the ground They were all over So I ran down most hurriedly And joined the John Birch
Übersetzung: Dylan, Bob. Talkin 'John Birch Paranoid Blues.