All my life I've been a travellin' man I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind His game is rambling when he gets the chance Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be (Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Cooder) Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman

Who are you Who who who who I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches

'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Hush mavourneen, the police are watching So good night and God guard you forever And write to me once you get by Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay Than to rot in their prison

The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go Doing, doing, doing The way you shake it, I can't believe it Doing doing doing Police saying 'freeze!': doing, doing, doing I ain't never seen an - ass like that I ain't never seen an ass like that I don't

Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police always come late If they come at all And when they arrive They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy) I see you fuckin' with me, I'm catchin' on Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin' I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy I don't want no relations, you know

This is what you'll get I lost myself, I lost myself Karma police When you mess with us I've given all I can For a minute there Phew, for a minute there Arrest this man He talks in maths