God Bless the Gun Plumber
Dear God, bless the gun plumber, so fair and handsome
And please bring him safely back home from the war
He plays with explosives so fat, dumb, and happy
Dear God, bless the gun plumber forever more
They call me a gun plumber when I can't hear them
But I know they say it, a friend told me so
For I load the weapons the pilots are using
From Ubon to Ramstein to New Mexico
Hang six seven-fifties upon both my inboards
A gun filled with bullets on my centerline
Make sure that the fuses are safe and adjusted
The pilots do their thing, and I'm doing mine
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Copyright © 1973 Dick Jonas. All rights reserved. Words: Dick Jonas; music: arrangement by Dick Jonas; Enchant-
ment Music/BMI