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?