Doris Day & Robert Goulet - You Can't Get A Man With A Gun (Irving Berlin) | Текст песни

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• Doris Day & Robert Goulet
• You Can't Get A Man With A Gun (Irving Berlin)

Oh, my Mother was frightened
By a shotgun, they say,
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be am out in the cactus
And I practice all day,
And now, tell me what have I got?

I'm quick on the trigger
With targets not much bigger
Than a pin-point, I'm number one.
But my score with a feller
Is lower than a cellar
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun.

When I'm with a pistol
I sparkle like a crystal,
Yes, I shine like the morning sun.
But I lose all my luster
When with a Bronco Buster.
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun.

With a gun... with a gun,
No, you can't get a man with a gun.

If I went to battle
With someone's herd of cattle
You'd have steak when the job was done.
But if shot the herder,
They'd holler "bloody murder"
And you can't shoot a male
In the tail, like a quail
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun.

If I shot a rabbit
Some furrier would grab it
For a coat that would warm someone.
But you can`t shoot a lover
And use him for a cover
Oh, you can`t get a man with a gun.

The gals with umbrellas
Are always out with fellers
In the rain, or the blazing sun.
But a man never trifles
With gals who catty rifles
Oh, you can`t get a man with a gun.

With a gun... with a gun,
No, you can't get a man with a gun.

A man's love is mighty
He'll even buy a nightie
For a gal who he thinks is fun.
But they don't by pajamas
For pistol packin' Mamas,
For a man may be hot
But he`s not when he`s shot!
Oh you can't get a man with a gun...!