I don't own a single gun But if I did, you'd be the one To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run But I don't own a single gun And I don't have a sweetheart yet But if I did, I'd break my neck The pleaser maker wants to stay in my arms, she'd rest But I don't have a sweetheart yet I can't believe what I found in daddy's sock drawer, sock drawer today It was a pistol, a smith and wesson, holy, holy *** La, la, la, la, la... La, la, la, la, la... One, two, one, two, three Things I knew when I was young Some were true and some were wrong And one day I pray I'll be more than my father's son But I don't own a single gun La, la, la, la, la... La, la, la, la...