Big Guns and Motorbikes, by Hope in A Bottle Subscribe to rss feed for Hope in A Bottle

When I was young,
And needed fun,
I’d go watch the T.V.

And thee he’d come,
With his big machine gun
Big Old’ Arnie.

Whether Cyborg, Cop or Army man.
You knew he was the same guy.
You knew that he’d eventually come up tops.
And all the baddies would die.

He’s fought in the jungle, in the future too
And ancient barbaric lands.
He’s fought an alien, Satan, Terrorists.
And a liquid metal man.

Out of all the other Action Heros
He's number 1 and that's a fact.
He's gone off into politics,
But hopefull He'll Be Back!
Posted: 2005-11-27 13:41:39 UTC

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2005-11-30 19:25:24My_pain_your_thrill
Lol!! xxxx

2005-11-30 20:17:28Hope in A Bottle
Lot On Your Nife!!!! :D XXXXxxXXXxxXXX