You Cant Get a Man with a Gun (From "Annie Get You Gun") - Betty Hutton, Ирвинг Берлин

ANNIE OAKLEY:

Oh my Mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say,

That’s why I’m such a wonderful shot.

I’d be am out in the cactus and I practice all day,

And now tell me what have I got.

I’m quick on the trigger with targets not much bigger

Than a pen point, I’m number one.

But my score with a feller is lower than a cellar-

Oh you can’t get a man with a gun.

When I’m with a pistol

I sparkle like a crystal,

Yes, I shine like the morning sun.

But I lose all my luster

When with a Bronco Buster.

Oh you can’t get a man with a gun.

With a gun, with a gun,

No, you can’t get a man with a gun.

If I went to battle

With someone’s herd of cattle

You’d have steak when the job was done.

But if shot the herder,

They’d holler «bloody murder»

And you can’t shoot a male

In the tail like a quail

Oh you can’t get a man with a gun.

I’m cool, brave and daring

To see a lion glaring

When I’m out with my Remington

But a look from a mister

Will raise a fever blister

Oh you can’t get a man with a gun.

The gals with «umbrellars»

Are always out with fellers

In the rain or the blazing sun

But a man never trifles

With gals who carry rifles

Oh you can’t get a man with a gun.

With a gun, with a gun,

No, you can’t get a man with a gun.

A man’s love is mighty

It’ll leave him buy a nightie

For a gal who he thinks is fun.

But they don’t by pajamas

For Pistol packin’mamas,

And you can’t get a hug

From a mug with a slug,

Oh you can’t get a man with a gun.