Buy A Gun For Your Son

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Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies, 
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Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies 
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Buy yourselves som real red blooded fun  
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If you want to make the grade, 
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You've got to have a hand grenade, 
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And a fully automatic G I  Gun  


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Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir 
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Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir  
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Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand, 
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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