Superbird

Look up yonder in the sky, now, what is that I pray?
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 got a little piece of kryptonite,
Yes, I'll bring him back to land.
Sad come out Lyndon with your hands held high,
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.
He can call Super Woman and his Super Dogs,
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.
We'll pull him off the stands and clean up the land,
Yes, we'll have us a brand new day.
And what is more I got the Fantastic Four
And Doctor Strange to help him on his way.
Said come out Lyndon with your hands held high,
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 you ranch,
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah, gonna make him eat flowers.
Yeah, make him drop some acid...