Liz Taylor's Lipstick Gun Lyrics - A Storm A Tree My Mother's Head - Bobby Bare Jr.

I heard that Opie Taylor was Liz Taylor's son 

They lived in Mount Pilot 'til the summer of '71 

And they were as close as burger to a bun 

I heard they were as close as a burger to a bun 

And one Christmas he spent a month out in the shed 

Building a gun that shot out lipstick instead of lead 

In every kind of color but never ever red 

Aqua Blue, Canary Yellow, Chocolate... 

But never ever red 

She would use it on Sundays just before dusk 

Aiming her cannon at the Carolina sun 

She would aim it the neighbors just to see 'em all run... 

Aiming at the neighbors just to see 'em all run 

And it made her as happy as a rebel on the run 

And it made her as happy as a hag on a hunt 

And it made her as happy as a pigskin after the punt 

And it made her as happy as a priest on top of a nun 

And it made her as happy as preposition in a pun 

And it made her as happy... 

As lipstick in a gun