44 Robbers — текст песни (Laika)

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

Aint no way Im lettin them in



No way - you cant come in

Forty-four robbers stinkin of gin

Uh huh - I aint lettin you in

Ill hit you with a rolling pin

So small cant hurt a fly

Get in my way and Ill sure as hell try

To kick your butt down the block

Cant wait yellin for the cops



Fifty dealers and fifty thieves

Starring at the drive-in on my street

Shit, over my shoulder theres popeye and bluto

Looking nasty - can I remember my judo?

Its always like this - going out alone

So damn scared might never leave home



Ive got my freedom Ive got my pride

All means nothin with these men outside

Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff

Blocking my way out - Ive 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 taxis mine - Im taking that ride

When I go out to get the sunday paper

Whats my man to think someone might rape her? !

Im just having a beer on my own

Dont mean hulk hogan can take me home

Ive got my mace but my loud-as-fuck whistle

Is so ineffective I just pray the epistles

For help to come someday soon

But until then Ill stay in my room