Buy A Gun For Your Son

Hallelujah Dads and Mommies Cowboys Rebels Yanks and Commies D                                                          Buy yourselves som real red blooded fun   If you want to make the grade You’ve got to have a hand grenade D                                        And a fully automatic G I  Gun   Buy a gun for your son right away Sir                 Shake his hand like a man and let him play Sir              Let his little mind expand Place a weapon in his hand For the skills he learns today will someday pay Sir                Pound that kid into submission   ’Till he’s mastered Nuclear Fission Buy him plastic warheads by the score Once he’s got the taste of blood   He’s gonna sneak up on his buddies Starting his own thermo-nuclear war   Cho   Buy him khakis and fatigues And sign him up in little leagues Give him calisthenics as a rule   Once you’ve banished fear and dread Then pat his seven year-old head And send him off to military school   Cho Once he’s grown to be a man He might get tired of blasting Granny Then you’ll see a crisis coming on   Don’t get worried don’t get nervous   Send that kid into the service Let him rise into the Pentagon   Cho At the Pentagon he’ll rise   The President he will advise His reputation growing all the while   With his picture on the wall He’ll get that long-awaited call And press the firing buttons with a smile