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Cops and robbers everywhere I turn,
If I ain't gettin' busted then I'm busy being burned,
Wish I could find a dog who won't bite my hand.
Cops and robbers everywhere you looked,
If you ain't gettin' hassled then you're probably getting booked,
Stop cryin' - we're all fryin' in the same old pan!
I drink a little wine just to get a little tipsy,
Some big dude steals my money and a little weirdo hits me,
Someone tell me somethin' I can understand.
I'm tired of watchin' the same old shows,
Gotta be a new place I can go,
but I been to the west and the north the east and the south.
Back in the hill I can find me home
Dig a few worms and grab a hold of my pole
I'll be fishin' and swishin' and moonshine in my mouth.
A good friend of mine that I knew a long time,
Stole my cat and my hat and a whole bunch of stuff like that,
I'd better move to the zoo - what else can ya do?
Cops and robbers everywhere I turn,
If I ain't gettin' busted then I'm busy being burned and that's the reason...
Cops and robbers everywhere you look,
If you ain't gettin' hassled you're probably being booked...
Help me... help me... help me...






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