President Reagan's Birthday Present Letra

Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
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
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down

Bring it on down
Rock it on down

It's a song about life.
Yeh, it's a song about life.
Yeh, real life

Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down
Red Russians shot my rocket down

Red red red facists

So what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do about it?
So what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about this, President, Man?

Happy Birthday, dear Mr. President!