Rabid Reagan
Ronald Reagan walked the pier
Along the beach and by the sea
Down to the cornerstore when he sees
A riled racoon, jumped from a trashcan
Has yellow teeth
White foaming mouth
Big crazed eyes it's reeled back
Ronald Reagan he has no chance to run away
As it rushes him
Sunk its' canines into his neck
Ahh!
Reagan runs, drops to the ground
When he wakes he's a new man
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Fevered mind, he's seeing red
If you see him, you're better off dead
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
To the boardwalk off he lumbers
With the virus his brain encumbered
Finds a man, shakes his hand
And bites down on his shoulder
Cops are called, Reagan runs
Pistols drawn aimed at his back and-
Ran away, shot in the leg
Though he bleeds he feels no pain
Red soaked, rabid Reagan
On the run, rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Crawls into the presidential escort
"Take me to the whrite hrouse!"
"Sure thing Mr. President!"
He has the nuke codes
"We need to bomb Rhode Island, the racoons are run too rampant!"
"Are you sure Mr. President?"
"If you can't make them feel the light, make them feel the heat."
Presidential rabid Reagan
Along the beach and by the sea
Down to the cornerstore when he sees
A riled racoon, jumped from a trashcan
Has yellow teeth
White foaming mouth
Big crazed eyes it's reeled back
Ronald Reagan he has no chance to run away
As it rushes him
Sunk its' canines into his neck
Ahh!
Reagan runs, drops to the ground
When he wakes he's a new man
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Fevered mind, he's seeing red
If you see him, you're better off dead
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
To the boardwalk off he lumbers
With the virus his brain encumbered
Finds a man, shakes his hand
And bites down on his shoulder
Cops are called, Reagan runs
Pistols drawn aimed at his back and-
Ran away, shot in the leg
Though he bleeds he feels no pain
Red soaked, rabid Reagan
On the run, rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Presidential rabid Reagan
Crawls into the presidential escort
"Take me to the whrite hrouse!"
"Sure thing Mr. President!"
He has the nuke codes
"We need to bomb Rhode Island, the racoons are run too rampant!"
"Are you sure Mr. President?"
"If you can't make them feel the light, make them feel the heat."
Presidential rabid Reagan
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Writer(s): Abraham Michael Johnson, Isaiah Rael Paguaga, Jackson Doyle King, Samuel Michael Bivona
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