Hey      So much for bannin' the bomb   The President's wife is carryin' a hand gun   If you want blood sports for fun now   They call me 'the hunter' better run now   You hear a crack in the distance baby   Your phoney matin' calls resistance maybe   Don't smile, we're gonna get you   We'll have your rifle off you too   Oh, gimme a kiss   And hold the candle to this      Foxy lady dressed to kill   You say you won't but you will   What's on your face and your breath Mama?   You wear your glory or death Mama   The liberation's on the way   Every dog gonna have it's day   Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell   Farmer in the dell   Oh, please I insist   Now hold the candle to this      Bring on the ecstasy and the bliss   Bring on my wedding day and everybody's birthday   Blow up the abattoir, detonate   We're goin' home to where the buffalo roam      Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O   An' on his farm there was a cow   There's a new generation   From Osaka, Siam and Saigon   The sailors mixed it on the shore   They were makin' love and makin' war   Well here's a present for the navy   Same meat, different gravy   Those chicks will find you, that's for sure   One, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore   You're American Miss   Oh, hold a candle to this   Oh