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?