Judge Smith - Don't Point That Thing at Me lyrics

I was walking home Down the dark road where the streetlamps had blown He was just half-grown Showed me his pistol and asked for a loan And as he took my money I said "Don't point that thing at me I don't want it going off I don't like that kind of stuff Don't point that thing at me It may feel good in your hand But that don't mean that you're a real man" Talk on Channel 4 "Risks of post-Soviet nuclear war" Big map on the floor And they've just drawn a ring round the airfield next door So as I fill my sandbags I say "Don't point that thing at me I don't want it going off Aw come on Mr. Gorbachev Don't point that thing at me It may feel good in your hand But that don't mean that you're a real man" Phoned my new friend Fay "Can I come over, it's been quite a day." We played Marvin Gaye Arm round her waist, I was doing OK But as I moved in closer she said "Don't point that thing at me I don't want it going off I just don't know you well enough Don't point that thing at me It may feel good in your hand But that don't mean that you're a real man" Don't point that thing at me Don't point that thing at me Don't point that thing at me