My Old Man's Got A Gun — Olivia Newton-john

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