Cops of the World

We've got too much money we're looking for toys
We're the cops of the world
And dump the reds in a pile, boys
We're the biggest and toughest kids on the block

Coca-Cola is fine
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
Better wipe off that smile
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
We're the cops of the world
So bring your daughters around to the port
Have a stick of our gum, boys
The name for our profits is democracy

If you like you can use your flag
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
And we'll find you a leader that you can't elect
So, like it or not, you will have to be free

Here's a kick in the ass
We pick and choose as please, boys

Boots are needing a shine
We're the cops of the world

We'll smash down your doors, we don't bother to knock
We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
And we're the cops of the world, boys
So we'll send a battalion for everyone there
Have a stick of our bubble-gum
We're the cops of the world
We're the cops of the world
When we butchered your son

Our boots are needing a shine, boys
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
And clean the johns with a rag, boys
Pick and choose as please
And maybe we'll leave in a couple of years
Please stay off of the grass, boys

If you like you can use your flag, boys
Best get down on your knees
Dump the reds in a pile
We've got to protect all our citizens fair
'Cause we're the cops of the world, boys
We've done it before, so why all the shock?
And when we butchered your son, boys

And guns will be guns and boys will be boys
We own half the world, oh, say can you see

We're hairy and horny and ready to shack
You'd better wipe of that smile, boys
You'd best get down on your knees, boys
Please stay off of the grass
We'll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck
But our Coca-Cola is fine, boys

Those treaties we signed were a pain in the neck
'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
You'd better watch what you say, boys
And we don't care if you're yellow or black
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
Better watch what you say
Clean the johns with a rag
Here's a kick in the ass, boys