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!