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'!