Don't Forget The Guns

Now let's get the kids and pack up the car 
  Take that vacation we've been waiting for 
  Drive across this country, leave our worries far behind 
  Sing in four-part harmony to "Sweet Adaline" 

  'Cause I got these books and maps from triple "A" 
  We'll visit friends and sites along the way 
  Bring the bikes and toys and diapers 
  Pay the neighbor's sons 
  Call to stop the mail and honey 
  Don't forget the guns 

  Now don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean 
  Bring the pistols, bring the ouzi and the old AR-15 
  We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it 
  It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute 

  We'll head for Chicago, stop for the night 
  Hope for good weather and hope the kids won't fight 
  They've never seen Mt.  Rushmore and they ought to understand 
  The kind of men who forged our freedom all across this land 

  We'll hike up a trail and ride down a stream 
  Stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam 
  When we pack the lunches that's not all we'll bring along 
  Cause we'll be packing 45's in case anything goes wrong 

  Now don't forget the guns, you know exactly what I mean 
  Bring the pistols, bring the ouzi and the old AR-15 
  We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it 
  It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute 

  Oh riding along we'll follow the signs 
  Over the mountains under the pines 
  Up to Boot Hill where they got what they gave 
  In the land of the free, you've got to be brave