Sh Boom Life Could Be a Dream

M is for the many things I don't like

Overkill is one of them my dear

T is for the train which I intend to grab

H is for the head which I revere

Did you say

Shoot if you must

You are kidding I trust

Joan of Arc or Molly Pitcher I'm not

What's more the war's in the bag

And you've got a spare flag

But this is the only gray head I've got

Shoot he will do

When I throw him the cue

And since when is getting clobbered a thrill

A hero I'd like to be

But not posthumously

Who needs to get bumped off

In their windowsill

I hear Stonewall Jackson's

Hostile through and through

If the truth were known he

Hates his mother too

Just to stay alive

Is this poor mother's goal

But who stays Stonewall Jackson

Practices gun control

Did you say

Shoot if you must

You are kidding I trust

Go and book some other woman I pray

I've got a daughter and son

I've just had my hair done

And brother on top of that it's Mother's Day

Why should I become a sitting duck

What's the percentage brother in that

Go get some other patsy who won't mind a

Big fat hole in her hat 'cause this is my

Only old gray head

Call the D A R instead

And let them salute while they holler

Shoot if you must