From: Brandon Ray <[P--l--s] at [chop.isca.uiowa.edu]>
Newsgroups: talk.politics.guns
Subject: Re: Guns -n- Rock
Date: 12 Apr 1994 05:34:15 GMT

Here's another one....

 They Were Having a Sale at the Gun Store
 Lyrics by:  Leslie Fish
 
 
 They were having a sale at the gun store; the Jukes boys decided to go
 With the moonshine gone bad, and the poaching gone thin
 Their business was doing quite slow
 So they bought them a lot of hand-cannons, intent upon robb'ry and more
 But they never once thought to consider
 That they weren't alone in the store.
 
 Next in line was a little old lady, and next was a handsome young dame
 After her, came a man in a wheelchair
 Then a lad with an underweight frame
 They watched while the Jukes boys were buying, and considered what such
   boys would do
 Then they looked at each other, they said not a word
 But bought themselves hand-cannons too.
 
 Well, that night Billy Jukes went out hunting; he spotted a girl who looked
    great
 But when he pulled her into an alley
 She pulled out a big 38  (not her bra size...)
 He thought this was feminine bluffing; "Naw, girl, you can't shoot me," 
   he said
 Well, the very next second she proved he was wrong
 And Billy Jukes quite lost his head.
 
 Well, Joey Jukes went for the money, so he went to a big liquor store
 And he hauled out his two-barrelled shotgun
 The moment he walked through the door
 He aimed at all present, and bellowed "Give me all ya got, or yer dead!"
 So the counterboy lifted his 44 mag
 And did just what Joey Jukes said.
 
 
 Now, Beauregarde Jukes chose his pickin's with more care and planning
    by far
 He jumped on a little old lady
 Who was just getting into her car
 But she promptly reached into her handgun and used the best choice 
     she could make
 For a 45 auto has such light recoil             
 As even a frail hand can take.  (Fairly cheap these days, too.)
 
 Now Roy Jukes was good at house burgling and still thought he'd 
   escape without harm
 When the owner rolled in with a shotgun
 Braced on his wheelchair's arm
 "Well, they'll bust you for shooting--" Roy started, but the man's shotgun 
     cut off the lot
 And he said, as he muscled Roy's corpse out the door
 "There are no ballistics on shot."  (Now remember...)
 
 So that was the end of the Jukes boys; the cops had to clean up the mess
 So they slandered gun-owning civilians
 All over the liberal press
 But the victors who might have been victims go silent, 
    although this is true:
 So long as there's one weapon left in the world,
 You better have you a gun too.