John Farnham - Everything Is Gonna Be All Right Lyrics
Put up your shot gun PapaEverything is gonna be all rightAll right, all right, all rightPut up your shot gun PapaEverything is gonna be all rightAll right, all right, all rightHere come the preacherThere's gonna be a weddin' tonightAll right, all rightI'm not gonna try to runI know it ain't no useSo you can tell your brothersTo turn me loosePut up your shot gun PapaEverything is gonna be all rightAll right, all right, all rightHere comes the preacherThere's gonna be a weddin' here tonightAll right, all rightAll ri-i-ight (all right), ahh... yeah-yeahI didn't want to marryBut now I'll tie the knot'Cause somethin' made me realiseWhat I really gotDrop your shot gun DaddyYou don't have to worry 'bout a thingNo-no, not a thing, no-noHere come the preacherYour little girl will get her weddin' ringAll right, all right, a-a-a-all rightPut up your shot gun PapaEverything is gonna be all rightPut up your shot gun PapaEverything is gonna be all rightOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh-oohEverything is gonna be a-a-a-a-a-all right