Everybody has a right to own one.
Everyone should keep one or a few.
And if a cheap or small one is your lone one,
It still can do the job it’s meant to do.

Talkin’ ‘bout guns
You can hold in your hand.
Guns
You can buy on demand.
Guns
You can keep in your drawer,
Just to do what guns are for.
Guns!
They can give you strength.
Guns!
Any girth or length.
Guns for godly folk like you and me.

Some folks think my semi should be banished.
Defense is the business of the law.
But once they find their other rights have vanished,
They’ll wish that we was quicker on the draw.

Talkin’ ‘bout guns—
When a good man is armed…
Guns!
…he won’t likely be harmed.
Guns
Makin’ criminal slime
Slink away from violent crime.
Guns!
They’re the magic key,
Keeping people
Proud and free.
Guns for godly folks like you and me.

You’ll hear a lot of noise from certain quarters.
For goodness’ sake, ignore the things they say.
They’re namby-pamby gun control supporters.
Together we can blow those fools away.

Talkin’ ‘bout guns—
Cuz they don’t understand—
Guns
Are what built us this land.
Guns
Keep the nation secure,
In the right and goddam pure.
Guns
Put the world at ease.
Guns and rifles
Just like these.
All the founding fathers guarantee
Guns for godly folks like you and me.

I made an accompanying video using an earlier mix several years ago (after the Newtown tragedy).
You can see it here:
Warning: it contains disturbing images.