Now, let's get the kids and pack up the car
Take that vacation we've been waiting for
Drive across this country, leave our worries far behind
Singing four-part harmony to "Sweet Adeline"
'Cause I got these books and maps from Triple "A"
And we'll visit friends and sites along the way
So bring the bikes and toys and diapers, pay the neighbour's son
And call to stop the mail and, Honey, don't forget the guns
Don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-Fifteen
We don't look for trouble, but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow nine hundred rounds a minute
We'll head for Chicago, stop for the night
Hope for good weather, hope the kids don't fight
They've never seen Mount Rushmore and they ought to understand
The kind of men who forged our freedom all across this land
We'll hike up a trail and ride down a street
And stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam
When we pack picnic lunches, that's not all we'll bring along
'Cause we'll be packing 45's, case anything goes wrong
Now, don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-Fifteen
We don't look for trouble, but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow nine hundred rounds a minute
Oh, riding along, we'll follow the signs
Over the mountains, under the pines
Up to Boot Hill, where they got what they gave
Don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-Fiftee-heen
We don't look for trouble, but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow nine hundred rounds a minute
Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-Fifteeeen
We don't look for trouble, but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow nine hundred rounds a minute