I would carry a gun that way. But I’d be too afraid of going off half-cocked.
(ba doom shish!)
One eye on the shadows,
Protectin' his fellows,
From sun up to the moon on his back.
Sent the villains to Hades,
A hit with the ladies,
A stallion in the sack.
...
Aaaand, fellas, don't be jealous,
When they made him, they broke the mold;
So charismatic, with an automatic,
Never prematurely shooting his load.
Robbie Williams (A Man For All Seasons, from Johnny English)