 I never dreamed that I would be here doing this, but I'm going to do two songs I wrote in the summer of 1965. You might be lending with your hands held high Drop your guns baby and reach for the sky Got you surrounded and you ain't got a chance Gonna send you back to Texas, make you work on your ranch Superwoman and a super dog, it sure won't do him no good A Russian spy, he ain't nothing but a comic book We're gonna pull him off the stands, beam up the land We're gonna have us a brand new day What is more, I got the fantastic four In spite of man to help him on his way I said come out lending with your hands held high Drop your guns baby, reach for the sky Got you surrounded and you ain't got a chance Gonna send you back to Texas, make you work on your ranch Gonna make him an agricultural worker part of his own poverty program