You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon, a clay pigeon that stood there helplessly.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon in a shooting gallery.
Now I was walking down the street when you came into sight.
The sun was shining in my eyes or I'd have taken flight.
You drew a beat at fifty yards, your aim was sure and true.
And when you pulled the trigger there was nothing I could do.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon, a clay pigeon that stood there helplessly.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon in a shooting gallery.
You got some target practice when we met that afternoon.
You zeered in and loaded up just like a Daniel Boone.
I guess you thought I'd make a lovely trophy for your wall.
You let me have both barrels just to make sure I would fall.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon, a clay pigeon that stood there helplessly.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon in a shooting gallery.
I met my Waterloo when you decided I was game.
It seems on every bullet fed I'd plainly mock my name.
But if I'd worn a steel vest to guard my tender heart,
you never would have got me and we'd still be far apart.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon, a clay pigeon that stood there helplessly.
You knocked me right over like a clay pigeon in a shooting gallery.