(John Farrar)       Hey boy, I better warn you    To make your reservation    Your exit's overdue    I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh    I've known him long enough to speak on his behalf       My old man's got a gun    And he knows you're a tricky one    He can't fail to make you run    And I don't need you    My old man's got a wife    And she loves him and her life    Silver tongue could be his strife    And I don't need you       Hey boy, don't let him fool you    I'll tell you something about him, gonna cool you    He'll get you in a corner    And make you really crawl    You'll never realize    A man could feel so small       My old man's got a gun    And he knows you're a tricky one    He can't fail to make you run    And I don't need you    My old man's got a wife    And she loves him and her life    Silver tongue could be his strife    And I don't need you       I don't need you, I don't need you    Hey boy, I better warn you    To make your reservation