Buy a Gun for Your Son
Tom Paxton Lyrics


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Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, Rebels, 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.
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 score,
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 fatigues,
And sign him up in little leagues,
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.
Oh 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 crisis coming on.
Don't get worried, don't get nervous.
Send that kid into the service,
Let him rise into the Pentagon.
At the Pentagon he'll rise.
The President he will advise,
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.
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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tom Paxton’s song Buy a Gun for Your Son are a satirical take on the American gun culture and the glorification of violence. The song encourages parents to buy guns for their children to play with, as if they were toys, to prepare them for a future where they may need to use weapons to defend themselves. The chorus repeats the phrase “buy a gun for your son right away, Sir, shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir,” normalizing the idea of arming children.


The lyrics also suggest that by giving children guns as toys or tools, parents can encourage them to become violent and aggressive, even starting a “thermo-nuclear war.” The song goes on to propose that parents should enroll their children in military school and teach them calisthenics as a way to prepare them for a future in the military. The final verse suggests that by following these steps and encouraging their children to become part of the military mindset, they may eventually rise to become military advisors or even Presidents, making decisions about the use of military force.


Overall, the song is a biting critique of the glorification of violence and the role that guns play in American culture. By using irony and satire, Paxton highlights the absurdity of teaching children to use weapons and participate in violent activities.


Line by Line Meaning

Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies, Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies Buy yourselves some real red-blooded fun.
Let us celebrate and enjoy the thrill of buying weapons and armaments regardless of political affiliations or beliefs.


If you want to make the grade, You've got to have a hand grenade, And a fully automatic G.I. Gun.
In order to succeed in this competitive and violent world, you must also possess deadly weapons such as explosives and automatic guns.


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.
Encourage your child's involvement in the realm of war and conflict, starting by gifting him with a gun, as it could lead to great success and profit in the future.


Pound that kid into submission 'Till he's mastered Nuclear Fission Buy him plastic warheads by the score, Once he's got the taste of blood, He's gonna sneak up on his buddies Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.
Intensively train and condition your child to become a master in the field of nuclear science and warfare, providing them with the necessary equipment to wage war and eventually start a nuclear war.


Buy him khakis and fatigues, And sign him up in little leagues, 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.
Immerse your child in the culture of war from a young age, enrolling them in military training and education, until they are fearless and skilled enough to succeed in this field.


Once he's grown to be a man, He might get tired of blasting Granny, Then you'll see a crisis coming on. Don't get worried, don't get nervous. Send that kid into the service, Let him rise into the Pentagon.
As your child grows older, he may become unsatisfied with simply destroying the elderly and seek greater challenges, causing crisis in your family. However, sending him into the military and eventually promoting him to high-level positions will alleviate any concerns and provide further opportunity for success.


At the Pentagon he'll rise. The President he will advise, 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.
Through hard work and dedication, your child will climb the ranks to become a trusted advisor to the President, building a great reputation and even displaying your family photo on the wall. Eventually, he will be in a position to launch deadly attacks with satisfaction and pride.




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