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 its 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
We don`t have to kill her, do we Pa?