Big Guns and Motorbikes, by Hope in A Bottle
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When I was young,
And needed fun,
I’d go watch the T.V.
And thee he’d come,
With his big machine gun
Big Old’ Arnie.
Whether Cyborg, Cop or Army man.
You knew he was the same guy.
You knew that he’d eventually come up tops.
And all the baddies would die.
He’s fought in the jungle, in the future too
And ancient barbaric lands.
He’s fought an alien, Satan, Terrorists.
And a liquid metal man.
Out of all the other Action Heros
He's number 1 and that's a fact.
He's gone off into politics,
But hopefull He'll Be Back!
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Posted: 2005-11-27 13:41:39 UTC |
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