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Gunfinger

Steve Largent of the Seahawks, is one with hands of glue,

While Sugar Ray could kill you, with a single punch he threw.

But now we have a hero, who can intimidate a gang,

With nothing but his bare hand, and a simulated bang.

Bill Emerslund and buddies, were heading home one night,

When they stumbled in the middle of, a gang related fight.

Now since they were off duty, there was no single one,

That had possession of a radio, or a holster and a gun.

The Latinos were determined, to beat up on one lone guy,

Standing with a broken crutch, as the boys went walking by.

They turned to meet the challenge, bare hands against the knives,

What a sticky situation, to escape from with their lives.

But quickly Billy Emerslund, found a way out of this mess,

When he found a secret weapon, an unusual one I'd guess.

He drew down on one assailant, barking out commands,

The gangster dropped his weapon, and quickly raised his hands.

Who knows why he surrendered, instead of sticking Bill,

I guess it was the other guy, he wanted most to kill.

Or maybe he was chicken, or else he had gone blind,

For Bill's weapon was a finger, it surely blew his mind.

So we close this story, on our hero and the boys,

Remember Dirty Harry, with his magnum and such toys.

So Billy when you're reaching, in your pocket for your keys,

That finger could be loaded, and de-nut you with such ease.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 89-06-13 (68)