I show Dad's revolver to my pet
And mention the game called Russian Roulette,

"What's that?" my girl friend asks naïvely,
Macho me, "I'll show you, believe me,"

I empty the cylinder of all but one,
She shudders, but expects a bit of fun,

"I'll spin this, point it, then pull the trigger,"
It'll thrill my sweetie, I foolishly figure,

When I do it, I spoil my sweetheart's day,
That .357 blows me away.

by D. Edgar Murray