President Reagan’s Birthday Present Lyrics & Chords By The Jazz Butcher

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
(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
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!