I'm in line, to do something that I have in mind
I'm aware, to do this something is a dare

Here, in my pants, packing a pistole
Holy cow I'm antsy in this
Line where I am inclined
To pass hold-up note to teller
But then nearsighted feller says

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"I have got a gub, don't make a move"
"I have got a gub, don't force me to prove"

No, there is no doubt
That "gub" is not the word
Not the word I've written out
It says "gun", it's not in fun
If my penmanship is lacking, I assure you that I'm packing now

Fill it up!

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"I have got a gub, now fill this bag"
"I have got a gub, so make with the swag"

He's giving me a problem, this doofus
He's blinder than a mole, this goofus

"I have got a gub"
"I have got a gub"

I am told, that proper action must unfold
It must be signed, and underlined
Vice-president's initials
Will make my note official now

Fill it out!

"Apt naturally" they're saying the note reads
And as debate goes on, come police

I don't have a gub
I don't have a gub
I don't have a gub, so I must flee
I don't have a gub, so apt naturally
I don't have a gub
I don't have a gub