EVERYBODY'S PACKIN'
Mama's in the kitchen
with her Colt six-shooter
Poppa's coming home
he's a third-world polluter--
Packs a muzzle-loader
on his motor scooter
Johnny's got a gun
sister too
She's got a derringer
in the toe of her shoe
What in the world
is it we're lackin'?
(count four beats yo')
Everybody's packin'!
Mrs O'Grady
the old lunch lady
keeping it real
with a permit to conceal
Got herself a holster
hiding up where it's shady
Daughters of Norway―
gonna do things their way
Don't like your look
send you right back to Yahweh
What in the world
is it we're lackin'?
Everybody's packin'!
From Rodriguez
to Tarantino
you're just a punk,
no good wino and lazy--
Go make their day
so they can blow you away
Bobby Di Niro, Marty Scorcese
they've been riding on a train called Crazy
What in the world
is it we're lackin'?
Everybody's packin'!