We can't have a thread on TGO these days without Gey. ;)
Oh, Danny boy, the Glocks, the Glocks are calling
From match to match and down the melonite slide
The malfunctions gone and all the zeros falling
It's true, it's true, rust must go no rust on the slide
But come to Glock and all your shots be in the zero
Or when the other Experts hushed and white with fear
It won't malfunction in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, you'll love Glock so
But when ye come and all the brass is flying
Two to the chest, one to the head, one day you'll see
You'll come in first place or I am lying
And kneel and say an 'Ave' there for me
And recoil so soft you may shoot one two three
And all your game will be better, a sweet shooter it'll be
For you will win and tell me that you owe me
And if you don't I'll gloat and beat you with my 19