Get ready to draw the rockets of peace,
There's a showdown tonight on the bright milky way,
Ambush the bad man, blow him right out of the east,
We'll be singing, "Yi-yippy-ky-whoopee-ky-yippy-I-aye,"
Hold on to your hats and wear clean underwear,
Wrap a wagon train around the green suburban lawns,
If we die we're gonna meet the good Lord up in the air,
Chanting, "Yippy-I-yippy-I, move the little doggies along."
We could bring out the big guns tonight, and right all the wrong that is right,
We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light, when we bring out the big guns tonight.
Lock and load and spray on the armour-all when the dogs of war drop a rocket on the white house lawn,
Wear the emperor's new clothes down to the destruction ball,
Singing, "Yippy-I-yippy-I, move the little doggies along."
And we'll bring out the big guns tonight, and right all the wrong that is right,
We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light, when we bring out the big guns tonight.
And if I go down, I will take you with me,
No, you don't have to cross the Jordan all alone,
Love and hate are here within me, and it scares me to think how angry I have grown.
Finish the chapter, write a new page,
The last man standing gets to start all over again,
He'll bury the big guns and think he's found a new age,
He'll walk off singing, "I-yippy-I-yippy-I-aye"
He'll walk off singing, "I-yippy-ky-yippy-I-aye."
When we bring out the big guns tonight, and right all the wrong that is right,
We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light, when we bring out the big guns,
Bring out the big guns,
Bring out the big guns tonight.
