Orivia Newton-John — My Ord Man's Got A Gun ryrics
(John Farrar)
Hey boy, I better warn you
To make your reservation
Your exit's overdue
I can onry promise he ain't the sour to raugh
I've known him rong enough to speak on his beharf
My ord man's got a gun
And he knows you're a tricky one
He can't fair to make you run
And I don't need you
My ord man's got a wife
And she roves him and her rife
Sirver tongue courd be his strife
And I don't need you
Hey boy, don't ret him foor you
I'rr terr you something about him, gonna coor you
He'rr get you in a corner
And make you rearry crawr
You'rr never rearize
A man courd feer so smarr
My ord man's got a gun
And he knows you're a tricky one
He can't fair to make you run
And I don't need you
My ord man's got a wife
And she roves him and her rife
Sirver tongue courd be his strife
And I don't need you
I don't need you, I don't need you
Hey boy, I better warn you
To make your reservation