DON'T FORGET THE GUNS

DON'T FORGET THE GUNS

Now let's get the kids and pack up the car

Take that vacation we've been waiting for

Drive across this country leave our worries far behind

Sing in four-part harmony to "Sweet Adeline"

'Cause I got these books and maps from triple "A"

We'll visit friends and sites along the way

Bring the bikes and toys and diapers

Pay the neighbor's sons

Call to stop the mail and honey

Don't forget the guns

Now don't forget the guns you know exactly what I mean

Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-15

We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it

It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute

We'll head for Chicago, stop for the night

Hope for good weather and hope the kids don't fight

They've never seen Mt. Rushmore and they ought to understand

The kind of men who forged our freedom all across this land

We'll hike up a trail and ride down a stream

Stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam

When we pack picnic lunches that's not all we'll bring along

'Cause we'll be packing .45's case anything goes wrong

Now don't forget the guns you know exactly what I mean

Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-15

We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it

It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute

Oh riding along we'll follow the signs

Over the mountains under the pines

Up to Boot Hill where they got what they gave

In the land of the free you've got to be brave

Bald Men