Lyrics: Prince Paul. Psychoanalysis: What Is It?. To Get A Gun.

Now...to-
Now...to-
Now...to-
Now...to-

Now....to get a gun.....get a box of b-
Now....to get a gun.....get a box of b-
And boy is this gun ever different! Watch her in ac-
And boy is this gun ever different! Watch her in action!

(PSHHHHH...)

That's our puff of cosmic smoke, gang! Yes, there's nothing old-fashioned
about this gun. Say, remember how this gun got the commander out of a jam
not long ago?

[machine-gun fire]

Now....to get a gun.....get a box of b-
Now....to get a gun.....get a box of b-
And boy is this gun ever different! Watch her in ac-
And boy is this gun ever different! Watch her in action!

This gun does things that an old-fashioned gun could never do!
Now....take a close look at the Space Patrol Cosmic Smoke Gun.
[machine-gun fire] Like the way it nestles in my hand? Watcher her in act-

Now....to get a gun.....get a box of b-
Now....to get a gun.....get a box of b-
And boy is this gun ever different! Watch her in ac-
And boy is this gun ever different! Watch her in action!

(PSHHHH...)

Well, it'll fit nice and easy in YOUR hand, too!
And man, is it ever built!
Your gun comes to you loaded...

Now....to get a gun....get a box of-
[GUNSHOT]

(Grady was a crooked policeman, one day he got shot.....)