| Tonight’s the night that we got the truck
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| We’re going downtown, gonna beat up drunks
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| Your turn to drive, I’ll bring the beer
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| It’s the late, late shift, no one to fear
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| And ride, ride, how we ride
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| And ride, low ride
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| It’s a roundup time where the good whores meet
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| We’re gonna drag one screaming off the street
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| And ride, ride, how we ride
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| Got a black uniform and a silver badge
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| We’re playin' cops for real, we’re playin' cops for pay
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| Let’s ride, lowride
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| Pull down your dress, here’s a kick in the ass
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| Let’s beat you blue till you shit in your pants
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| Don’t move, child, got a big black stick
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| There’s six of us, babe, so suck on my dick!
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| And ride, ride, how we ride
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| Let’s ride, low ride
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| The left newspapers might whine a bit
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| But the guys at the station, they don’t give a shit
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| Dispatch calls, «Are you doing something wicked?»
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| «No siree, Jack, we’re just givin' tickets!»
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| Let’s ride, ride, how we ride
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| And ride, ride, how we ride
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| And ride, ride, how we ride
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| Let’s ride, low ride |