There was a young man named Bart Holt
Who ordered a Smokless Image Volt
He went into town one fateful day
To the Boot Hill Saloon, he was out for play
Clouds of vapor were hanging low
The room full of modders, he knew he should go
But Bart was young and bullet proof
Boldly he pointed his Volt at the roof
The modders all snickered a buzz could be heard
Then the leader stood up and uttered the word
The room grew silent as the leader dripped
Four into his atty and held it up tipped
The crowd spread wide as the two men faced
The duel was on, could Bart keep up the pace
The leader said "draw" and the
vape began
The weak at heart bolted, some of them ran
Bart kept his cool as they both slowly drew
then both dissapeared in the vapor they blew
When the vapor cleared Barts Volt tip was red
The leaders switch flashed, his battery dead
The modder collapsed he knew he was done
Bart stood victorious they knew he had won
The crowd gathered round with awe in their eyes
What they'd heard about Volt were all big batt lies
Across the road from the graveyard
The Boot Hill is neat
With a sign over the bar
That's worthy of repeat
"Order a beer, pull up a seat
You're better off here than across the street."
