I got up at half four Forty-four around my door Forty-four and more What the hell they me for? Stubbly faces and grins no way I'm lettin' them in
No way, you can't in robbers stinkin' of gin Uh huh, I lettin' you in I'll hit you a rolling pin So can't hurt a fly
Get in my way and sure as hell try your butt down the block Can't wait for the cops
Fifty and fifty thieves Starring at the on my street Shit, over my there's Popeye and Bluto Looking nasty can I remember my It's always like going out alone So damn scared might leave home
No way, you can't in robbers stinkin' of gin Uh huh, I ain't you in I'll hit you a rolling pin So small hurt a fly
Get in my way and I'll sure as try Kick your butt the block wait yellin' for the cops
I've got my freedom, got my pride All means nothin' with the men Puffing and preening and strutting their my way out, had enough Give me justice, it over now Gotta get a gun or maybe just town, see ya
Sly and Al Capone Are me grief on the telephone All I is a Swiss cheese sarnie When at the stands big Arnie Hey Jean-Claude, move That taxi's mine, I'm taking that
When I go out to get the paper What's my man to think someone might her I'm just having a on my own Don't mean Hulk Hogan can me home
Got my but my loud-as-fuck whistle So I just pray the Epistles For help to come, sooner Until then I'll in my room