Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies
.
Buy yourselves som real red blooded fun.
If you want to make the grade,
You ve got to have a hand grenade,
.
And a fully automatic G.I. Gun.
[Cho:]
.
Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir.
Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand,
.
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir.
Pound that kid into submission
Till he s mastered Nuclear Fission
Buy him plastic warheads by the score,
Once he s got the taste of blood,
He s gonna sneak up on his buddies
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.
[Cho.]
Buy him khakis and fatigues,
And sign him up in little leagues,
Give him calisthenics as a rule.
Once you ve banished fear and dread,
Then pat his seven year-old head,
And send him off to military school.
[Cho]
Once he s grown to be a man,
He might get tired of blasting Granny,
Then you ll see a crisis coming on.
Don t get worried, don t get nervous.
Send that kid into the service,
Let him rise into the Pentagon.
[Cho]
At the Pentagon he ll rise.
The President he will advise,
His reputation growing all the while.
With his picture on the wall,
He ll get that long-awaited call,
And press the firing buttons with a smile.
