19 June 2016

They’re coming to take our guns away,
They’re coming, it could be tonight.
Who is coming? I ask, Say, hey.
Who put you in such a great fright?

Obama is coming, you liberal, you fool,
Obama, the AF and T,
In black helicopters with a blue ray death tool,
And handcuffs for mamma and me.

They’ll seize our weapons, they’ll melt them down,
To leg irons and FEMA camp quods,
Our children will learn we simply left town,
That we’ll return there aren’t any odds.

That’s why I’ve barred my windows and doors,
And beam lasers high in the sky,
They’re coming to take our guns away,
I’m ready — just let them try.

For freedom is found in the barrel of a gun,
In gunpowder, brass, and hot lead,
Our blood they may spill, but still we’ll be free,
Although we may all end up dead.

We won’t let them take our guns away,
Not ever, not now, not tonight.
Obama and Hillary, stay out of our sights,
We’re armed and we know all our rights.

Okay, okay, my neighbor, my friend,
I now understand your great fright,
When worst comes to worst, when they really do come,
You can count on me doin’ what’s right.

When that black whirlybird does land on your lawn,
And jackboots and handcuffs appear,
I’ll say you skedaddled, sneaked out before dawn,
And invite them in for red beer.