That little cupid, he's a real sharp shooter
I don't believe he's got an arrow and bow
People all think he just couldn't be cuter

But I saw him down at the gun show

He appeared to be about two years of age

A really freaky thing to see
He was bragging about his sawed-off six gauge
Hidden right up his tattered sleeve


I asked him if the gun had a sight
How can you hit your mark that way

Little cupid, he just laughed outright
He said I don't take aim I just bang bang bang
I don't take aim I just bang bang bang


He fired off a few hot rounds
Right into the sorry crowd

No blood, no gore, no one hit the ground
They all just fell in love
With whoever they happened to be around


It's funny, 'till it happens to you
But be sure you stay well out of his way

Love is careless, random and cruel
He don't take aim he just
He don't take aim he just bang bang bang


He don't take aim he just bang bang bang
He don't take aim he just bang. Bang. Bang