Everybody's Got the Right

Hey, pal

Feeling blue?

Don't know what to do?

Hey, pal

I mean you

Yeah

Come here and kill a President

No job?

Cupboard bare?

One room

No one there?

Hey, pal

Don't despair

You wanna shoot a President?

Come on and shoot a President

Some guys think they can't be winners

First prize often goes to rank beginners

How much?

Four-fifty

Iver Johnson, .32

Rubber handles, owls stamped on the side-

Alright, give me

Hey, kid

Failed your test?

Dream girl unimpressed?

Show her you're the best

If you can shoot a President

You can get the prize with the big, blue eyes

Skinny little thighs

And those big, blue eyes

Mister?

Everybody's got the right to be happy

Don't stay mad

Life's not as bad as it seems

If you keep your goal in sight

You can climb to any height

Everybody's got the right to their dreams

Deal!

Mister?

I said deal

You wait your turn

It is my turn!

I was here first (alright, watch it, no violence)

Hey, fella

Feel like you're a failure?

Bailiff on your tail?

Your wife run out for good?

Hey, fella

Feel misunderstood?

Come here and kill a President

Okay!

Marron!

Oh, what's-a wrong, boy?

Boss-a treat you crummy?

Trouble with your tummy?

This-a bring you some relief

Here, give some hail-a to the chief

You give me prize?

Anything you want

I want the prize

You give me prize?

Only eight bucks

Cheap for anything you want