The Jazz Butcher - President Reagan's Birthday Present 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 a**holes, 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!