Get Myself a Gun

Gonna get myself a little gun
Gonna get myself a little gun
Shoot it up into the sun.

Oh my baby ought to know
Oh my baby she ought to know
Where the best things they do grow.

Lookin' in your big bright lovely eyes
Lookin' in your big beautiful eyes
With a hand upon your lovely thighs

Gonna take your hand and take you home
Gonna take your hand and take ya home
We can sit upon this old, ancient throne

We're goin ta lift ourselves
Up to higher shelves
Forget 'bout all our wealth
And live communally
We're gonna ride a train
Down the foreign lane
The more that we do give
The better we seem to live.