Cops of the World

Pick and choose as please

We've got to protect all our citizens fair
If you like you can use your flag
We own half the world, oh, say can you see
The name for our profits is democracy
Our boots are needing a shine, boys
So we'll send a battalion for everyone there
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys

Better watch what you say

And clean the johns with a rag, boys
Have a stick of our bubble-gum
We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
Those treaties we signed were a pain in the neck
And we don't care if you're yellow or black
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
You'd best get down on your knees, boys
Best get down on your knees
Please stay off of the grass
We're the cops of the world
We're the biggest and toughest kids on the block
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
Boots are needing a shine
We've done it before, so why all the shock?

We'll smash down your doors, we don't bother to knock
Coca-Cola is fine
We're the cops of the world
And when we butchered your son, boys

Here's a kick in the ass
We're the cops of the world
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
But our Coca-Cola is fine, boys
So, like it or not, you will have to be free
If you like you can use your flag, boys
We've got too much money we're looking for toys
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
And maybe we'll leave in a couple of years
Please stay off of the grass, boys

You'd better watch what you say, boys

You'd better wipe of that smile, boys
Dump the reds in a pile
We're the cops of the world
And we'll find you a leader that you can't elect
Better wipe off that smile
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We're the cops of the world
But we'll gladly pay for all we destroy
Here's a kick in the ass, boys

We're the cops of the world
And dump the reds in a pile, boys
Have a stick of our gum, boys
And guns will be guns and boys will be boys
And we're the cops of the world, boys

We pick and choose as please, boys

We're hairy and horny and ready to shack

Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
We'll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck

Clean the johns with a rag
When we butchered your son
So bring your daughters around to the port