You'd better not pout,
You'd better not cry, I'm tellin' you why
Momma's got a brand new shot gun,
I put it on my Christmas list,
And told my hubby,
He couldn't be happier,
And so you see,
Momma's got a brand new shot gun.
I got tired of shootin
That dang big old 12 guage.
That kicked just like mule
And sent me into a rage.
Oh you'd better clean your room,
You'd better be well groomed,
You'd better not fudge
Cuz I might hold a grudge.
Momma's got a brand new shot gun.
Me and my new youth sized 20 gauge Remmington.
3 comments:
Clever poem! Enjoy your new gun.
Cute boots!
I love your new lyrics! You are looking way cute!
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