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.

Lyrics

Little Pink Gun
c2010

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

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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

CHORUS:

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

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