The boys in blue
Are after you
Making tracks
Is all you gotta do
They smell a rat
Get your hackles up
Call all the shots
And go great guns
Pull out all the stops
You're no dead-end kid
You've got true grit
Get out of the twit
And remember to put on
Your sturdy skid-lid
Before it's time to split
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