Tom Paxton - Buy a gun for your son

^DHallelujah, Dads and Mommies, Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies ^A7Buy yourselves some real red blooded fun. ^DIf you want to make the grade, You've got to have a hand grenade, ^A7And a fully automatic G.I. ^DGun.

^DBuy a gu^Gn for your son right away,^D Sir Shake his hand l^Gike a man and let him play,^D Sir. Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon ^Gin his hand, ^A7For the skills he learns today will someday pay, ^DSir.

^DPound that kid into submission 'Till he's mastered Nuclear Fission ^A7Buy him plastic warheads by the score, ^DOnce he's got the taste of blood, He's gonna sneak up on his buddies ^A7Starting his own thermo-nuclear^D war.

^DBuy him khakis and fatigues, And sign him up in little leagues, ^A7Give him callisthenics as a rule. ^DOnce you've banished fear and dread, Then pat his seven year-old head, ^A7And send him off to military ^Dschool.

^DOnce he's grown to be a man, He might get tired of blasting Granny, ^A7Then you'll see a crisis coming on. ^DDon't get worried, don't get nervous. Send that kid into the service, ^A7Let him rise into the ^DPentagon. ^DAt the Pentagon he'll rise. The President he will advise, ^A7His reputation growing all the while. ^DWith his picture on the wall, He'll get that long-awaited call, ^A7And press the firing buttons with a ^Dsmile.