Lyrics:

Now let's get the kids and pack up the car
Take that vacation we've been waiting for
Drive across this country, leave our worries far behind
Sing in four-part harmony to 'Sweet Adaline'

'Cause I got these books and maps from triple 'A'
We'll visit friends and sites along the way
Bring the bikes and toys and diapers
Pay the neighbor's sons
Call to stop the mail and honey
Don't forget the guns

Now don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the ouzi and the old AR-15
We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute

We'll head for Chicago, stop for the night
Hope for good weather and hope the kids won't fight
They've never seen Mt. Rushmore and they ought to understand
The kind of men who forged our freedom all across this land

We'll hike up a trail and ride down a stream
Stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam
When we pack the lunches that's not all we'll bring along
Cause we'll be packing 45's in case anything goes wrong

Now don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the ouzi and the old AR-15
We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute

Oh riding along we'll follow the signs
Over the mountains under the pines
Up to Boot Hill where they got what they gave
In the land of the free, you've got to be brave