сорок четыре Robbers (исполнитель: Лайка)
I got up at half past four forty-four robbers around my door forty-four - and maybe more what the [bad word] they want me for? stubbly faces & gap-tooth grins ain't no way I'm lettin' them in no way - you [bad word] 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 [bad word] try to kick your butt down the block can't wait yellin' for the cops fifty dealers and fifty thieves starring at the drive-in on my street [bad word] over my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto looking nasty - can I remember my judo? it's always like this - going out alone so [bad word] scared might never leave home I've got my freedom I've got my pride all means nothin' with these men outside puffing and preening and [bad word] 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 and 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 [bad word] whistle is so ineffective I just pray the Epistles for help [bad word] someday soon but until then I'll stay in my room