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MY GUN

MY GUN
(To tune of “My Guy,” by Smokey Robinson, as recorded by Motown artist Mary Wells (1964))

Verses:
Nothing you can say
Could make me give away
My gun.
Nothing you could try,
However many die,
Love my gun.
Guns are everywhere
They’re as common as a toaster.
Everywhere I go with my gun
In my holster.
I’ll tell you where I stand,
What’s always in my hand?
My gun.

No mothering state
Will convince me to hate
My gun.
No president-elect
Could make me lose respect
For my gun.
I’ll give my wife a gun
On he day that we marry,
So a baby and a handgun
She can carry.
I’m telling you from the start,
I’m never long apart
From my gun.

Bridge:
Says so in the constitution
I have the right,
I can arm myself,
Armageddon’s in sight.
Buy an automatic weapon,
With a thirty-round clip,
Just another big shot
On an ego trip.

Verse:
Keep your Brady laws
And keep your claws
Off my gun.
Go around unarmed,
But I feel lucky charmed
With my gun.
I may not have much intellect
But when I’ m toting my Glock
I get respect.
And should I go berserk
I’ll shoot some folks at work
With my gun.

 Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

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