I got up at half past four
forty-four robbers around my door
forty-four - and maybe more
what the hell they want me for?
stubbly faces & gap-tooth grins
ain`t no way I`m lettin` them in
no way - you can`t come in
forty-four robbers stinkin` of gin
uh huh - I ain`t lettin` you in
I`ll hit you with a rolling pin
so small can`t hurt a fly
get in my way and I`ll sure as hell try
to kick your butt down the block
can`t wait yellin` for the cops
fifty dealers and fifty thieves
starring at the drive-in on my street
shit, over my shoulder there`s Popeye and Bluto
looking nasty - can I remember my judo?
it`s always like this - going out alone
so damn scared might never leave home
I`ve got my freedom I`ve got my pride
all means nothin` with these men outside
puffing and preening and strutting their stuff
blocking my way out - I`ve had enough!
give me justice - hand it over now
gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town...
see ya!
Sly Stallone and Al Capone
are giving me grief on the telephone
all I want is a Swiss cheese sarnie
when at the deli stands big Arnie
hey Jean-Claude - move aside
that taxi`s mine - I`m taking that ride
when I go out to get the Sunday paper
what`s my man to think `someone might rape her`?!
I`m just having a beer on my own
don`t mean Hulk Hogan can take me home
I`ve got my mace but my loud-as-f**k whistle
is so ineffective I just pray the Epistles
for help to come someday soon
but until then I`ll stay in my room
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