Bobby's a boomer from Ohio. His job went south some years ago
Now he spends his days at the diner and he got himself a gun
Karee's got cattle in Nebraska. She's got a big heart, you can ask her
She loves everybody but she don't like them rangers and she got herself a gun
Yes, of course, the Second Amendment and all that jazz
You've got to stand up and fight for your rights
But down this road lies Mogadishu, where life is nasty, short and brutish
And where you won't hear me pontificate
Duane is a dude from California. He's got religion, Halleluiah!
Lord, a plague of gangs from south of the border, so he got himself a gun
Monique's a Mongo from the Congo. She knows how quick things can go wrong-o
She tried to get away from it all, still she got herself a gun
The nation-state was fine and dandy while it lasted
Now you're about to go ahead and blast it
Fine, suit yourself, and toll the bell, but good luck building something else
Mr. Know-it-All has said his piece
Not a Moment Too Soon - The Second Amendment and All That Jazz Lyrics
Not a Moment Too Soon - The Second Amendment and All That Jazz Lyrics
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Bobby's a boomer from Ohio. His job went south some years ago
Now he spends his days at the diner and he got himself a gun
Karee's got cattle in Nebraska. She's got a big heart, you can ask her
She loves everybody but she don't like them rangers and she got herself a gun
Yes, of course, the Second Amendment and all that jazz
You've got to stand up and fight for your rights
But down this road lies Mogadishu, where life is nasty, short and brutish
And where you won't hear me pontificate
Duane is a dude from California. He's got religion, Halleluiah!
Lord, a plague of gangs from south of the border, so he got himself a gun
Monique's a Mongo from the Congo. She knows how quick things can go wrong-o
She tried to get away from it all, still she got herself a gun
The nation-state was fine and dandy while it lasted
Now you're about to go ahead and blast it
Fine, suit yourself, and toll the bell, but good luck building something else
Mr. Know-it-All has said his piece
Now he spends his days at the diner and he got himself a gun
Karee's got cattle in Nebraska. She's got a big heart, you can ask her
She loves everybody but she don't like them rangers and she got herself a gun
Yes, of course, the Second Amendment and all that jazz
You've got to stand up and fight for your rights
But down this road lies Mogadishu, where life is nasty, short and brutish
And where you won't hear me pontificate
Duane is a dude from California. He's got religion, Halleluiah!
Lord, a plague of gangs from south of the border, so he got himself a gun
Monique's a Mongo from the Congo. She knows how quick things can go wrong-o
She tried to get away from it all, still she got herself a gun
The nation-state was fine and dandy while it lasted
Now you're about to go ahead and blast it
Fine, suit yourself, and toll the bell, but good luck building something else
Mr. Know-it-All has said his piece
Writer: Pierre Englebert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid