Somethin' strange is a'happenin' here My baby's actin' mighty queer I picked her up to go to the show We sat back in the very last row I went out to buy some coke And when I got back my courage broke She was chewin' the seats and her mouth was foamin' And her hair was in desperate need of a combin'
I think that maybe My baby's got rabies Maybe I'm crazy But maybe my baby's got rabies now
Gotta get me my rifle Get me my gun It shore ain't pretty but it's gotta be done She's my baby and I love her so But she's pulled an old yeller and she's got to go
Maybe my baby's got rabies She's got spring fever and she's out of her head Maybe my baby's got rabies And we're gonna have to shoot her out behind the shed
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