| Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies
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| Cowboys, rebels, Yanks and commies
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| Buy yourselves some 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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| So 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
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| Pound that kid into submission
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| 'Till he’s mastered nuclear fission
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| Buy him plastic warheads by the score
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| Once he’s got the taste of blood
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| He’s gonna sneak up on his buddies
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| Starting his own thermo-nuclear war
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| So 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
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| Buy him khakis and fatigues
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| And sign him up in little leagues
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| Give him calisthenics as a rule
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| Once you’ve banished fear and dread
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| Then pat his seven year-old head
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| And send him off to military school
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| Oh 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
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| Once he’s grown to be a man
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| He might get tired of blasting Granny
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| Then you’ll see a crisis coming on
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| Don’t get worried, don’t get nervous
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| Send that kid into the service
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| Let him rise into the Pentagon
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| At the Pentagon he’ll rise
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| The President he will advise
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| His reputation growing all the while
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| With your picture on the wall
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| He’ll get that long-awaited call
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| And press the firing buttons with a smile
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| So 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 |