Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beverly Hills Robocop, artist - Gama Bomb. Album song The Terror Tapes, in the genre Date of issue: 18.04.2013
Record label: AFM, Soulfood Music Distribution
Song language: English
Beverly Hills Robocop |
| Supercop from motor city transferred into town |
| Shot to bits and resurrected, out to bring disorder down |
| Leather jacket, shining chrome, cruising down the boulevard |
| He’s cold as ice and twice as hard |
| Walking slow and talking wise |
| An Auto 9 in his Levis |
| You killed me but I came back to life |
| You thrill me so come one, let’s party like it’s 1985 |
| He has no name, he plays the game |
| Shooting up the party scene |
| Directives four, he knows the score |
| He’s half man and half machine |
| State of the art- bang bang! |
| It’s not what, it’s who you know |
| If you wanna serve the public trust |
| Call 9−1-1 or 9−0-2−1-0 |
| I came to murder Ronny Cox, Ronny Cox is my boss |
| I have no wife, my wife is gone, I’m here to kill Steve Berkoff |
| I’m posing as a journalist working for the OCP |
| You’d buy that for a dollar? |
| Get the fuck outta here! |
| Hands of steel and a cheeky grin |
| Ferrari wheels and a metal skin |
| Special chair, loves to swear, grieving wife |
| Back to life |
| OCP, banan-ee, tail pipe gag |
| Empty mag |
| Arm shot off, likes to scoff, silly laugh |
| Abandoned gaff |
| Good at shootin', robe- a-lootin', Rolling Stone |
| No-one's home |
| Baby food, knows the hood, warehouse ruse |
| Metal shoes |
| Cobra cannon, no right angles, supercop |
| Cocaine drop |
| Inspector Todd, Clarence Bodd', Judge Reinhold |
| His face is cold |
| Read the rights of rudeness in the first degree |
| Dead or alive, you’re coming with me |
| Searching for the sweet narc action hidden in coffee grounds |
| Play it straight, stay outta trouble, Supercop’s around |
| Dining out on baby food, I always work alone |
| Microchips and coils of wire replaced my flesh and bone |