Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room,
He wont tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth.
He's a cowboy kid.
Yeah! He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, with the box of fun things.
I don't even know what,
But he's coming for you. Yeah, He's coming for you!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Writer(s): Ross Bagdasarian
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