Blew my smoke on a sunny day when the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold --- to win fair lady and take your gold. I know it hardly seems the time --- (I am your gun) to talk of blue steel so sublime. I can understand your point of view. To tell the truth I'd scare me too.
Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye. Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size. I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes. But I don't choose the company I keep --- and it shows.
I am your gun. Love me, I'm your gun.
Maxim and Browning, they helped me along. Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song. Now one of me exists, for each one of you, So how can you blame me for the things that I do?
Now I take second place to the motor car in the score of killing kept thus far. And just remember, if you don't mind --- it's not the gun that kills but the man behind.
I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold. No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold. Must tell the boys to follow you. Catch you where you go to ground. A lady of means, I can see. Rhythm in gold is getting to me. What's your name, and where can I find you?
Are you just a rich man's friend, or was it always in the family? You seem to throw the challenge down, by the way you didn't even look at me. Put the boys on you. Immobilize your nine-eleven.
There's nothing I could do for you that would really matter much anyway. You belong to everyone. Rhythm in gold's the number that you play. Put the boys on you. Sabotage your nine-eleven.
I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable, But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad. So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you --- down at the end of your road. And I live down the end of your road.
I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise --- from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool. I place broken bottles in your geraniums --- sabotage your gardening tools. And I live down the end of your road.
By day I am a real estate gentleman. I deal in fine properties --- cheap at the price. After dark, I plan my most devious practices which you might think are not very nice.
Designing a system to reverse your plumbing --- welling up, as you sit on your private throne. will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties you would rather not have in your home. And I live down the end of your road.
Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room, Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail. Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning and your houses will soon be for sale. And I live down the end of your road.
Fallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend. Running on bad lines --- we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again.
Oh, dear Prime Minister --- it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr. President --- you've been put to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth.
Looking for sunshine --- oh but it's black and it's cold Yet, you say that milk and honey's just round the bend. Giving us a hard time, my friends handing us the same line again.
Fallen on hard times --- and there's nowhere to hide Now they've re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink.
Turning on the peace sign --- and it's back to the wood. Soon there will be raised a holy stink.
Somebody wake me. I've been sleeping too long. Oh, I don't have to take this lying down. You can keep your promises. Shove 'em where they belong. Don't ask me to the party --- won't be around.
