Lyrics:

Hallelujah, dads and mommies, cowboys, rebels, yanks, and commies
Buy yourself some real red-blooded fun
If you want to make the grade, you've got to have a hand grenade
And a fully automatic G.I. gun

So buy a gun for your son right away sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play sir
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand
For the skills he learns today will someday pay sir

Pound that kid into submission till he's master nuclear fission
Buy him plastic warheads by the score
Once he's got the taste of blood he's gonna sneak up on his buddies
Starting his on thermonuclear war


So buy a gun for your son right away sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play sir
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand
For the skills he learns today will someday pay sir

Buy him khakis and patigues and sign him up in little leagues
And give him calisthenics as a rule
Once you've banished fear and dread that pat his seven-year old head
And send him off to military school

Oh buy a gun for your son right away sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play sir
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand
For the skills he learns today will someday pay sir

Once he's grown to be a man he might get tired of blasting gran
-Y then you'll see a crisis coming on
Don't get worried; don't get nervous; send that kid into the service
Let him rise into the Pentagon

At the Pentagon he'll rise; the President he will advise
His reputation growing all the while
With your picture on the wall he'll get that long-awaited call
And press the firing buttons with a smile

So buy a gun for your son right away sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play sir
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand
For the skills he learns today will someday pay sir