Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 44 Robbers, artist - Laika. Album song Silver Apples of the Moon, in the genre
Date of issue: 16.10.1994
Record label: Too Pure
Song language: English
44 Robbers |
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 grin |
Ain’t no way I’m letting them in |
No way, you can’t come in, forty-four robbers stinking of gin |
Uh-huh, I ain’t letting 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, yelling 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 |
No way, you can’t come in, forty-four robbers stinking of gin |
Uh-huh, I ain’t letting 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, yelling for the cops |
Got my freedom, I got my pride |
All means nothing with the 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, 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-fuck whistle |
Is so ineffective I just pray the epistles |
For help to come someday soon |
But until then I’ll stay in my room |