Halleluiah, dads and mommies, cowboys, rebles, yanks and commies,
buy yourselves some real red-blooded fun.
If you want to make the grade,
you've got to have a hand grenade,
and a fully automatic G.I. gun (改进的M1911手枪).
So buy a gun for your son right away, sir.
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, sir.
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand.
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, sir.
Pound that kid into submission,
till he's mastered nuclear fission.
Buy him plastic warheads by the store.
Once he's got the taste of blood,
He's gonna sneak up on his buddies,
starting his own thermo-nuclear war.
So buy a gun for your son right away, sir.
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, sir.
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand.
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, sir.
Buy him khakis and fartigues,
and sign him up in little leagues,
and give him calisthenics as a rule.
Once you've banished fear and dread,
then pat his seven-year-old head,
and send him off to military school.
So buy a gun for your son right away, sir.
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, sir.
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand.
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, sir.
Once he's grown to be a man,
he might get tired of blasting granny,
then you'll see a cisis coming on.
Don't get worried, don't get nervous.
Send that kid into service,
let him rise into the Pentagon （本意五边形）.
At the Pentagon he'll rise.
The president he will advice.
His reputation growing all the while.
With your picture on the wall,
he'll get that long-awaited call,
and press the firing buttons with a  smile.
So buy a gun for your son right away, sir.
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, sir.
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand.
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, sir.