[ My Old Man's Got A Gun ] 

(John Farrar) 

Hey boy, I better warn you 
To make your reservation 
Your exit's overdue 
I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh 
I've known him long enough to speak on his behalf 

My old man's got a gun 
And he knows you're a tricky one 
He can't fail to make you run 
And I don't need you 
My old man's got a wife 
And she loves him and her life 
Silver tongue could be his strife 
And I don't need you 

Hey boy, don't let him fool you 
I'll tell you something about him, gonna cool you 
He'll get you in a corner 
And make you really crawl 
You'll never realize 
A man could feel so small 

My old man's got a gun 
And he knows you're a tricky one 
He can't fail to make you run 
And I don't need you 
My old man's got a wife 
And she loves him and her life 
Silver tongue could be his strife 
And I don't need you 

I don't need you, I don't need you 
Hey boy, I better warn you 
To make your reservation