Lyrics:

Well it was going down
On the bad part of town
At an all-night grocery store
The old man there, his hands in the air
His customers on the floor
The hoods took all the money
And all of his hard earned pay
But then a tall man stepped in
With a cynical grin and said
'Go ahead, make my day'
Somewhere a girl's walking all alone
And now it's getting dark
She knows she'd better hurry home
So she cuts right through the park
She finds herself surrounded
Oh she'll never get away
But then from behind a tree trunk
A voice said...
'Punk, go ahead, make my day'
Oh we love to hear him say
Go ahead and make my day
Smith Wesson and him just surrounded them and said

'Go ahead punk, make my day'
By mistake a couple walked into a bar
Where a motorcycle gang hangs out
They started coming on to his bride
And slapping him all about
They were buy drinks for the house
And using his money to pay
But it was...
'Last call for alcohol. Go ahead, make my day'
Oh we love to hear him say
Go ahead and make my day
He just stood in the door with a.44
And said...
'Go ahead punk, make my day'
So all you goons, you punks, you creeps
Who hide out in the night
Don't try to cop insanity
You better start doing things right
If you don't heed this warning
Then you better start learnin' to pray
That you never have to hear him whisper

'Go ahead, make my day'
Oh we love to hear him say
Go ahead and make my day
Well Smith and Wesson has taught 'em a lesson
'Go ahead punk, make my day'
Oh we love to hear him say
Go ahead and make my day
He just fired his gun and then there were none
'Go ahead punk make my day'
'No trial, no reports to file'
'Do you feel lucky, punk'
'A man's got to know his limitations, yeah'