President Reagans Birthday Present by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics
Red Russians shot my rocket down (x2)
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 (x2)
( This, I swear was an actual headline in our diseased tabloid press, some time around October '83. I only saw it over somebody's shoulder on a train, so God alone knows what the article was about... )
Bring it on down
Rock it on down
Oh, Rock and Roll - phew!
It's a song about life
Yeh, it's a song about life
Yeh, real life
Red Russians shot my rocket down (x2)
So what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do about it? (repeat)
What are you gonna do about this, President, Man?
Happy Birthday, dear Mr. President!
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 (x2)
( This, I swear was an actual headline in our diseased tabloid press, some time around October '83. I only saw it over somebody's shoulder on a train, so God alone knows what the article was about... )
Bring it on down
Rock it on down
Oh, Rock and Roll - phew!
It's a song about life
Yeh, it's a song about life
Yeh, real life
Red Russians shot my rocket down (x2)
So what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do about it? (repeat)
What are you gonna do about this, President, Man?
Happy Birthday, dear Mr. President!