From the recording Little Pink Gun

This song is a nearly-true story, except that no animals were harmed in the composing of this music. The sing-song melody walks the lyric path into hell before you even realize you're there. 
At least that's what I'm hearing.


Little Pink Gun
Waitin’ there underneath the Christmas tree
For my darlin’ kindergarten Annie Oakley
Ain’t no dolly with the fakey golden curls
Time for separatin women from the girls
Yeah Haley’s got a little pink gun
She’s got her brother Bubba on the run
Got a child-sized trigger so it’s easy to pull it
but the dadgum thing shoots a grownup bullet
Haley’s got a little pink gun
By the time she’s seven she’ll be shootin big game 
Makes a silly little video look real tame
She’s my baby vigilante she’s my itty-bitty shooter
Blond hair blue eyes nothing much cuter than
Bang bang bang
Run Bubba run Bubba run
Now she’s shootin at the kitty-cat bang bang bang
Suburbans in the cross-hairs clang clang clang
Ring around the rosie farmer in the dell
Mama let me take it to show and tell