I remember when she was young
We had so much fun
Standing amidst the strife
Had a nice new gun and an old gold knife
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doin' a thing called Shoot the Bitch
While the other kids were shooting' round the clock
I was hoppin' and boppin' and my finger on the trigger itched
Well shooting her is something shockin'
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time
And I guess I never will
Oh! Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When she was in my crosshair's sight
And I stayed up all night
But the months went by and she's still alive
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my gun and my old blue jeans
But they'll never kill the thrills I've got
Getting her in my crosshairs and thinking
You'll die right there on that parking lot.