It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a man insane, it's my President LBJ
He's flying high way up in the sky just like Superman
But I have got a little piece of kryptonite, yes I'll bring him back to land.
Drop your guns, baby, and reach for the sky
I've got you surrounded and you ain't got a chance
Gonna send you back to Texas, make you work on your ranch
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah.
But it sure won't do him no good
Yeah, I found out why from a Russian spy
That he ain't nothing but a comic book.
Yes, we'll have us a brand new day
What is more I got the Fantastic Four
And Doctor Strange to help him on his way.
'Drop your guns, baby, and reach for the sky'
'We got you surrounded and you ain't got a chance'
'Gonna send you back to Texas make you work on your ranch'
Yeah yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah, make him drop some acid...
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