Cops of The World

Come, get out of the way, boys
Quick, get out of the way
You'd better watch what you say, boys
Better watch what you say

We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
So bring your daughters around to the port
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world

We pick and choose as please, boys
Pick and choose as please
You'd best get down on your knees, boys
Best get down on your knees

We're hairy and horny and ready to shack
And we don't care if you're yellow or black
Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world

Our boots are needing a shine, boys
Boots are needing a shine
But our Coca-Cola is fine, boys
Coca-Cola is fine

We've got to protect all our citizens fair
So we'll send a battalion for everyone there
And maybe we'll leave in a couple of years
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world

And dump the reds in a pile, boys
Dump the reds in a pile
You'd better wipe of that smile, boys
Better wipe off that smile

We'll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck
And we'll find you a leader that you can't elect
Those treaties we signed were a pain in the neck
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world

And clean the johns with a rag, boys
Clean the johns with a rag
If you like you can use your flag, boys
If you like you can use your flag

We've got too much money we're looking for toys
And guns will be guns and boys will be boys
But we'll gladly pay for all we destroy
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world

Please stay off of the grass, boys
Please stay off of the grass
Here's a kick in the ass, boys
Here's a kick in the ass

We'll smash down your doors, we don't bother to knock
We've done it before, so why all the shock?
We're the biggest and toughest kids on the block
And we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world

And when we butchered your son, boys
When we butchered your son
Have a stick of our gum, boys
Have a stick of our bubble-gum

We own half the world, oh, say can you see
The name for our profits is democracy
So, like it or not, you will have to be free
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world