Than to paper commit his thoughts and write what you call drivel
You spat him out in angry words and gave him to the devil.
You say you are close to the ground than many you are smaller
But perhaps with a gun in your hands you feel just that bit taller
For men who hunt with gun and dog think themselves men of action
To watch a wildborn creature die a sense of satisfaction.
You know the Latin names for sambar deer oh my don’t you seem clever
And it seems a pity all the same that your name won’t live forever
And you show you know how to spell ‘something going out of fashion’
And you have got this way with words and you write with a passion.
You’ve offered Mr MacIntosh this great chance to go hunting
Perhaps he’s never shot at roo or heard a wild pig grunting
But who knows when you are through with him he’ll join your pro gun lobby
Though to shoot wild animal or bird doesn’t seem such a nice hobby.
If you are true to how you speak you vote for the Shooters Party,
You kill the creatures wild and free and then laugh loud and hearty
These creatures are no threat to you, you kill them for your pleasure
I know of better things to do in hours of ease and leisure.
When someone speak out against guns you feel the need to holler
You scream about your right to arms, get hot under the collar
But Mr Rundy you should know that guns are made for killing
And when Martin Bryant did evil things his gun was all too willing.
I would even rather sit for an hour or two and play a game of bingo
Than go out bush with a firearm to shoot a fox or dingo,
They shoot the wild duck from the sky and call their pleasure sporting
I know of better things to do and worthy of supporting.
I don’t know much about firearms to such I am a stranger
Their only purpose is to kill, I see in them great danger
And though Mr Rundy I admit your point of view seemed clever
All guns and fire arms of all shapes should all be banned forever.