Cops and Robbers everywhere I turn ,
  If I ain't gettin' busted then I'm busy being burned ,
  Wish I could find a dog who won't bite my hand .
  
  Cops and robbers everywhere you looked ,
  If you ain't gettin' hassled then you're probably getting booked ,
  Stop cryin' - We're all fryin' in the same old pan !
  
  I drink a little wine just to get a little tipsy ,
  Some big dude steals my money and a little weirdo hits me ,
  Someone tell me somethin' I can understand .
  
  I'm tired of watchin' the same old shows ,
  Gotta be a new place I can go ,
  but I been to the west and the north the east and the south .
  
  Back in the hill I can find me home
  Dig a few worms and grab a hold of my pole
  I'll be fishin' and swishin' and moonshine in my mouth .
  
  A good friend of mine that I knew a long time ,
  Stole my cat and my hat and a whole bunch of stuff like that ,
  I'd better move to the zoo - what else can ya do ?
  
  Cops and Robbers everywhere I turn ,
  If I ain't gettin' busted then I'm busy being burned
  and that's the reason . . . .
  Cops and Robbers everywhere you look ,
  If you ain't gettin' hassled you're probably being booked . . . .
  Help me . . help me . . . help me . . . . . . . . . .