(john farrar)



Hey boy, i better warn you

To make your reservation

Your exit's overdue

I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh

I've known him long enough to speak on his behalf



My old man's got a gun

And he knows you're a tricky one

He can't fail to make you run

And i don't need you

My old man's got a wife

And she loves him and her life

Silver tongue could be his strife

And i don't need you



Hey boy, don't let him fool you

I'll tell you something about him, gonna cool you

He'll get you in a corner

And make you really crawl

You'll never realize

A man could feel so small



My old man's got a gun

And he knows you're a tricky one

He can't fail to make you run

And i don't need you

My old man's got a wife

And she loves him and her life

Silver tongue could be his strife

And i don't need you



I don't need you, i don't need you

Hey boy, i better warn you

To make your reservation


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