Somethin strange is ahappenin here
My babys 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 babys got rabies
Maybe Im crazy
But maybe my babys got rabies now

Gotta get me my rifle
Get me my gun
It shore aint pretty but its gotta be done
Shes my baby and I love her so
But shes pulled an old yeller and shes got to go

Maybe my babys got rabies
Shes got spring fever and shes out of her head
Maybe my babys got rabies
And were gonna have to shoot her out behind the shed

We dont have to kill her, do we pa?