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 have got a little piece of kryptonite, Yes, I'll bring him back to land. Said 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. 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 your ranch, Yeah yeah, oh yeah.
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