Gun man, in school kids put you down.
I said, gun man, they called you a "geek clown."
I said, gun man, they kicked you on the ground,
And they made you so unhappy.

Gun man, in gym class you were slow.
I said gun man, fat and pasty as dough.
"They don't play fair!" you then started to whine.
But today you're with your own kind.

You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.
You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.

Which has many things for gun men to enjoy,
Such as big phallic-shaped toys.

You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.
You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.

You can get your gun cleaned,
You can caress cold steel,
You can give Charlton Heston a feel.

Gun man, see that glist'nin' Uzi.
I said, gun man, it's for a shootin' spree.
I said, gun man, you're now creamin' your jeans,
With your tiny minuscule thing.

One time, you did it by yourself.
Now you get your .22 off the shelf
And oil up there, down at the NRA
And engage in some hot gunplay.

You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.
You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.

Which has many things for gun men to enjoy,
Such as big phallic-shaped toys.

You can't be gay; you joined the NRA
You can't be gay; you joined the NRA

You can get your gun cleaned,
You can caress cold steel,
You can give Charlton Heston a feel.

Gun man, you've got your army shoes.
I said, gun man, now you're ready to cruise.
Your new camo makes you feel so alive,
But mom said, be home by 5:00.

She wants you to get home and clean.
She said, "Young man, you're naught but a deadbeat!"
So you go there: down to the NRA. . .
Dream about blowing her away.

You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.
You can't be gay; you joined the NRA.

Which has many things for gun men to enjoy,
Such as big phallic-shaped toys.

Etc.