Give Her The Gun (Bob Harris Session) - UFO

Downtown drive-by, a drink card in her hand

All night hustler parking by the stand

Full blown engine, she comes on like a fight

Give her the gun, boy, you’d better hold on tight

I don’t know why, she brings me on

I don’t know why, ooh, but she brings me on

She’s a right runner, real mean mother too

I can’t wait to see her break in front of you

Making a movie star upon the screen

If daddy’s looking, you come on like a queen

I don’t know why, she brings me on

I don’t know why but she brings me on

Downtown drive-by, a drink card in her hand

All night hustler parking by the stand

Full blown engines, she comes on like a fight

Give her the gun, boy, you better hold on tight