Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Cops Of The World

Performed by Phil Ochs

Come, get out of the way, boys

Quick, get out of the way

You'd better watch what you say, boys

Better watch what you say

We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port

And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short

So bring your daughters around to the port

'cause we're the cops of the world, boys

We're the cops of the world

We pick and choose as please, boys

Pick and choose as please

You'd best get down on your knees, boys

Best get down on your knees

We're hairy and horny and ready to shack

We don't care if you're yellow or black

Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back

'cause we're the cops of the world, boys

We're the cops of the world

Our boots are needing a shine, boys

Boots are needing a shine

But our coca-cola is fine, boys

Coca-cola is fine

We've got to protect all our citizens fair

So we'll send a battalion for everyone there

And maybe we'll leave in a couple of years

'cause we're the cops of the world, boys

We're the cops of the world

Dump the reds in a pile, boys

Dump the reds in a pile

You'd better wipe off that smile, boys

Better wipe off that smile

We'll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck

We'll find you a leader that you can't elect

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

Clean the johns with a rag, boys

Clean the johns with a rag

If you like you can use your flag, boys

If you like you can use your flag

We've got too much money we're looking for toys

And guns will be guns and boys will be boys

But we'll gladly pay for all we destroy

'cause we're the cops of the world, boys

We're the cops of the world

Please stay off of the grass, boys

Please stay off of the grass

Here's a kick in the ass, boys

Here's a kick in the ass

We'll smash down your doors, we don't bother to knock

We've done it before, so why all the shock?

We're the biggest and toughest kids on the block

'cause we're the cops of the world, boys

We're the cops of the world

When we butchered your son, boys

When we butchered your son

Have a stick of our gum, boys

Have a stick of our bubblegum

We own half the world, oh say can you see

The name for our profits is democracy

So, like it or not, you will have to be free

'cause we're the cops of the world, boys

We're the cops of the world

~ from Lyric Wiki ~