| Whenever sponge-nosed Pete
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| Met the cop on the beat
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| He was higher than a fly on a spray
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| Any day
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| When Pete knew he was booked
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| At the policeman he’d looked
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| And defending his virtue
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| You could hear him say
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| Have you got the gumption
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| To make the assumption
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| That I’m inebriated?
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| Have you got the gall
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| To say alcohol has gone to my wig?
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| I ain’t had a drink, sir
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| Since I made the clink, sir
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| The night I celebrated
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| At the garbage man’s ball
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| When we had that brawl
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| You remember, officer?
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| You may be the law
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| Still, there could be a flaw
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| In your calculations, old top
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| I got troubles enough
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| I ain’t even touchin' the stuff
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| Not even a wee *hic* little drop
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| Just draw with some chalk, sir
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| A line and I’ll walk, sir
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| Straighter than a judge man
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| Have you got the gumption
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| To make the assumption that I’m pinched?
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| Yes, you may be the law
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| Still, there could be a flaw
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| In your calculations, old top
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| I got troubles enough
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| I’m not even touchin' the stuff
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| Not even a wee *hic* little drop
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| Just draw with some chalk, sir
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| A line and I’ll walk, sir
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| Straighter than a judge man
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| Have you got the gumption
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| To make the assumption that I’m pinched?
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| You mean officer, you’re gonna put me in jail?
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| Don’t close that gate!
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| Let me take a walk, I’ll be straight
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| Hey officer!
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| Take these things off my arm
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| I ain’t gonna do nobody no harm
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| Oh, officer!
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| I know the captain of the priest said-
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| Don’t hit me with that blackjack
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| I ain’t comin' back
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| Oh ociffer!
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| If I’ve got to go
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| Let me take my horn
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| So I could be real darn
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| Oh ociffer, you’re doin' wrong, ociffer |