You know I got a night watching Sector D
I'm driving in patrol car number 303
I got my eyes open on a possible felony
Long come a VW bus that's got no taillight
Started in my body,
*,
and rattled with frantic
Tonight might be the night I catch a burglar or two
Because I'm working for the city,
police department for you
You say that you hate me,
but without me what would you do?
Call a hippie,
what would you do?
Call a chump, yeah,
what would you do?
You can't fight guns and knives without police power
I jam on the red lights and radio in To check for anyone,
send warrants on him
The dispatcher says it's clean,
my prospects are looking too
I pull a Sector D over at 34th and Vine
Where I was broke a bottle of that potion
number 9 The duty looked suspicious,
you know that
I was doing fine
Because I'm working for the city,
police department
for you
You say that you hate me, but without me what
would you do?
Call a hippie,
what would you do?
Call a chump, yeah,
what would you do?
You can't fight guns and knives without police
power I hold my flashlight on my right hand on my
gun I tell him to get out and slow,
this day will be done
He holds his hands up to the sky,
you know I'm having so much fun
I look into his vehicle and what do I see?
Three stereos, two bicycles, a car, no TV
I slap the cuffs apart and make the city safer,
you and me
Because I'm working for the city,
police department for you
I say I'm working for the city,
police department for you