Machine Gun Etiquette Lyrics

It's always been my fondest dream'

I saw one in a magazine,

And sent my order off six weeks ago

Today a package came for me,

From the Thompson company,

The postman smile and winked

and seemed to know.

It was a Tommy-gun

Model M1-45

And as I opened it up,

I was the happiest boy alive

You know I'd have a lot more fun,

if only I had a machine-gun

You know I'd get alot more done,

if only I had a machine-gun

Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!

My own machine-gun

Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!

My own machine-gun

It's always been my fondest dream,

A hundred round drum magazine,
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To write my name in lead

upon the wall

I'll open up my violin case,

Point my heater at your face,

I'll make you dance and

have a fucking ball

Just like Dillenger,

And Bonnie & Clyde.

Machine-gun etiquette's

How they lived and died

You know I'll have a lot more fun,

now that I have a machine-gun

You know I'll het a lot more done,

now that I have a machine-gun

Public enemy number one,

now that I have a machine-gun

In the dog day after-noon sun,

now that I have a machine-gun

Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!

My own machine-gun

Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh!