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Hey So much for bannin' the bomb The President's wife is carryin' a hand gun If you want blood sports for fun now They call me 'the hunter' better run now You hear a crack in the distance baby Your phoney matin' calls resistance maybe Don't smile, we're gonna get you We'll have your rifle off you too Oh, gimme a kiss And hold the candle to this Foxy lady dressed to kill You say you won't but you will What's on your face and your breath Mama? You wear your glory or death Mama The liberation's on the way Every dog gonna have it's day Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell Farmer in the dell Oh, please I insist Now hold the candle to this Bring on the ecstasy and the bliss Bring on my wedding day and everybody's birthday Blow up the abattoir, detonate We're goin' home to where the buffalo roam Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O An' on his farm there was a cow There's a new generation From Osaka, Siam and Saigon The sailors mixed it on the shore They were makin' love and makin' war Well here's a present for the navy Same meat, different gravy Those chicks will find you, that's for sure One, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore You're American Miss Oh, hold a candle to this Oh