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Here, there, seems like everywhere. Nasty things are happening, now everyone is scared.

Old Jeb Brown the Blacksmith, he saw his mother die.

A critter took a bite from her and now she's in the sky.

The angels came down to Old Jeb and told him what to do.

Build yourself a great machine, its punch will see it through.

When you pack-a-punch, the whole damn bunch will not last very long. And while you put yourself to work, sing a country western song.

Now Jeb didn't know much about engineering so he just put his trust in the angels and set to work. After many days and many nights. A lot of blood, sweat and tears. And a little help from the angels of course. He was ready to show his machine to the whole damn town. Friends, neighbors, ladies, gentlemen. If you're feeling under powered, I'll help you make amends Stick your weapon in the slot and let it change your luck Few things in life are guaranteed but I promise this won't suck Punch your fist into the air and raise a rebel yell There's lots of baddies out there, you need to send to hell With Pack-A-Punch, I have a hunch, your problems will be gone But if you end up on the ground, sing a country western song Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch, Pack-a-Punch Punch your fist into the air and raise a rebel yell There's lots of baddies out there, you need to send to hell With Pack-A-Punch, I have a hunch, your problems will be gone But if you end up on the ground, sing a country western song WAAAHOOO!