Oh, we’re the John Birch Society.
The John Birch Society.
Here to save our country from a Communistic plot.
Join the John Birch Society.
Help us fight the Reds.
We’ll use our hands and hearts.
And if we must we’ll use our heads.
Silver wings upon our chests.
We are men, America’s best!
He’s a Catholic, a Hindu,
An atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew,
And he knows he shouldn’t kill,
And he knows he always will,
Killing for me, my friend, and for you.
Here’s to the Chinaman, wise and old
Here’s to the Eskimo, brave and cold
Here’s to the Jew in the holy land
Here’s to the Arab in his caravan
Here’s to the African, strong and proud
Here’s to the Redneck, good and loud
Here’s one to you and there’s one more thing
A bell in your head will ring
Bless 'em all,
Bless 'em all.
The long and the short and the tall,
Bless all those Sergeants and WO1’s,
Bless all those Corporals and their bleedin’ sons,
Cos’ we’re saying goodbye to 'em all.
And back to their Billets they crawl,
You’ll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads bless 'em all
Would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder
Or a private with a chicken on your knee?
Don’t go walking down lovers’ lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet
And it fits you to a “T”
You don’t own me!
I’m not just one of your many toys.
You don’t own me!
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys
See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
Everybody’s mine
At sometime
Everybody’s mine
You’ll enjoy your stay
'Til you’re reborn some day
Until you are, you’re mine.
Alone from night to night youll find me
Too weak to break the chains that bind me.
I need no shackles to remind me
I’m just a prisoner of love.
So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key
But me, I’m already gone
I had a friend named Ramblin’ Bob
Who used to steal gamble and rob
He thought he was the smartest guy in town
But I found out last Monday
That Bob got locked up Sunday
They’ve got him in the jailhouse way down town
He’s in the jailhouse now he’s in the jailhouse now
I come here to tell you people I’m ragged but right
I’m a thief and a gambler, I get drunk every night
I get a porterhouse steak three times a day for my board
That’s more than any loafer in this town can afford.
A big electric fan to keep me cool while I sleep
A sweet little girl plays around at my feet
I’m a ramblin’ gambler and I’m drunk every night
I tell you boys I’m ragged but right
Right
You’re bloody well right
You have a bloody right to say
I don’t need to fight
To prove I’m right.
And I don’t need to be forgiven.
You gotta fight for your right to party!
Get this party started, on a Saturday night,
everybody’s waiting for me to arrive
Sending out the message to all of my friends
we’ll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lots of style with my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I’m coming up so you better get this party started
Let’s get back to the start, don’t tear down this heart of mine
Cause I’ve been waiting, waiting a long, long time
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,
When the clouds go drifting by,
We will be happy, Nellie,
Don’t you sigh.
Down Lover’s Lane we’ll wander,
Sweethearts you and I.
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie,
Bye and bye."