places to buy it, but not to get a taste. So I'll post the lyrics from Leslie Fish:
They were having a sale at the gun store; the Jukes boys decided
With the moonshine gone bad, and the poaching gone thin
Their business was doing quite slow
So they bought them a lot of hand-cannons, intent upon robb'ry
But they never once thought to consider
That they weren't alone in the store.
Next in line was a little old lady, and next was a handsome
After her, came a man in a wheelchair
Then a lad with an underweight frame
They watched while the Jukes boys were buying, and considered
what such boys would do
Then they looked at each other, they said not a word
But bought themselves hand-cannons too.
Well, that night Billy Jukes went out hunting; he spotted a girl
who looked great
But when he pulled her into an alley
She pulled out a big 38.
He thought this was feminine bluffing; "Naw, girl, you can't
shoot me," he said
Well, the very next second she proved he was wrong
And Billy Jukes quite lost his head.
Well, Joey Jukes went for the money, so he went to a big liquor
And he hauled out his two-barrelled shotgun
The moment he walked through the door
He aimed at all present, and bellowed "Give me all ya got, or
So the counterboy lifted his 44 mag
And did just what Joey Jukes said.
Now, Beauregarde Jukes chose his pickin's with more care and
planning by far
He jumped on a little old lady
Who was just getting into her car
But she promptly reached into her handbag and used the best
choice she could make
For a 25 auto has such light recoil
As even a frail hand can take.
Now Roy Jukes was good at house burgling and still thought he'd
escape without harm
When the owner rolled in with a shotgun
Braced on his wheelchair's arm
"Well, they'll bust you for shooting--" Roy started, but the
man's shotgun cut off the lot
And he said, as he muscled Roy's corpse out the door
"There are no ballistics on shot."
So that was the end of the Jukes boys; the cops had to clean up
So they slandered gun-owning civilians
All over the liberal press
But the victors who might have been victims go silent, although
this is true:
So long as there's one weapon left in the world,
You better have you a gun too.