I see skies are blue,
As I walk down the street.
Don't mess with me,
Cause I'm packin' heat,
And I think to myself -
What a Gunderful World.

I see trees are green,
Ain't it great to be alive?
Step in my path,
You'll meet my .45,
And I think to myself,
What a Gunderful World.

The chrome on my piece so pretty flashing bright
The fear on all the faces of people walking by
I see punks standing there, shaking in their new shoes
There really saying "Please don't shoot".

The moon's bright in the sky,
When you pull out your Gun.
When I pull out mine,
You best turn round and run,
And I think to myself,
What a Gunderful Wooooorld -
Yes - I - think - to - myself,
What a a Gunderful World