A little man made of meat
Tried to get me in my sleep
A little man made of meat
Tried to get me in my sleep
But I thank the Lord that I always sleep
With a gun under my bed
I fired it once, and I fired it twice
I shot the meat man in the head
He fell over and with a quiver
The man of meat was dead
But it was not a man at all
I shot my own cock off instead

Well I'm a member of the NRA
I like everything to be my way
Well I got a cock and I got a gun
Which one's bigger? my number one
Do I wear it on the left, do I wear it on the right?
And where do I put it when it's late at night?
Well I carry it with me wherever I roam
To keep the communist homos from invading my home
I ride high in the saddle and I shoot my gun
Because a cowboy's work is never done
Ah ha ha HA ha
Ah ha ha AH ha
Ah ha ha HA ha
Ah ha ha AH ha

A little man made of meat
Tried to get me in my sleep
A little man made of meat
Tried to get me in my sleep


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