Rabies

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 it's 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?