I think there’s country gold in that title, if we can use the tune to “Red Neck Woman”:
Ah’m an axe-weildin’ woe-mun,
Ain’t no gun totin’ moll.
I’ll chop on a poe-lice-man,
Then run stray-ay-aight at y’all...
When I get a splodey head full,
I think ah’m bullet proof.
Now ah’ve got real bad lead pois’nin’
An’ a’hm finished with this spoof...