Lyrics Olivia Newton-John

Olivia Newton-John

My Old Man's Got A Gun

Hey boy, I better warn you

To make your reservation

Your exit's overdue

I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh

I've known him long enough to speak on his behalf

My old man's got a gun

And he knows you're a tricky one

He can't fail to make you run

And I don't need you

My old man's got a wife

And she loves him and her life

Silver tongue could be his strife

And I don't need you

Hey boy, don't let him fool you

I'll tell you something about him, gonna cool you

He'll get you in a corner

And make you really crawl

You'll never realize

A man could feel so small

My old man's got a gun

And he knows you're a tricky one

He can't fail to make you run

And I don't need you

My old man's got a wife

And she loves him and her life

Silver tongue could be his strife

And I don't need you

I don't need you, I don't need you

Hey boy, I better warn you

To make your reservation