44 Robbers Lyrics - Silver Apples Of The Moon - Laika

I got up at half-past four 

Forty-four robbers around my door 

Forty-four and maybe more 

What the hell they want me for? 

Stubbly faces, gap-tooth grin 

Ain't no way I'm lettin' them in 

No way, you can't come in 

Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin 

Uh huh, I ain't lettin' you in 

I'll hit you with a rolling pin 

So small, can't hurt a fly 

Get in my way and I'll sure as hell try 

To kick your butt down the block 

Can't wait, yellin' for the cops 

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Fifty dealers and fifty thieves 

Starring at the drive-in on my street 

Shit, over my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto 

Looking nasty, can I remember my judo? 

It's always like this, going out alone 

So damn scared, might never leave home 

No way, you can't come in 

Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin 

Uh huh, I ain't lettin' you in 

I'll hit you with a rolling pin 

So small, can't hurt a fly 

Get in my way and I'll sure as hell try 

To kick your butt down the block 

Can't wait, yellin' for the cops 

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Got my freedom, I got my pride 

All means nothin' with the men outside 

Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff 

Blocking my way out, I've had enough! 

Give me justice, hand it over now 

Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town 

See ya 

Sly Stallone, Al Capone 

Are giving me grief on the telephone 

All I want is a swiss cheese sarnie 

When at the deli stands Big Arnie 

Hey Jean-Claude, move aside 

That taxi's mine, I'm taking that ride 

When I go out to get the Sunday paper 

What's my man to think, "someone might rape her"? 

I'm just having a beer on my own 

Don't mean Hulk Hogan can take me home 

I've got my mace but my loud-as-fuck whistle 

Is so ineffective I just pray the epistles 

For help to come someday soon 

But until then I'll stay in my room