Tonight's the night that we got the [bad word] 
We're goin' downtown, gonna beat up [bad word] 
Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer
It's the late, late shift no one to fear

Ride, ride how we ride
Ride, low ride

It's roundup time when the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the street

And ride, ride how we ride

Black uniform and a silver badge
Cops for real, playin' cops for pay

Let's ride, low ride

Pull down your dress here's the kick in the [bad word] 
Beat you blue 'til you [bad word] in your pants
 [bad word]  got a black stick
There's six of us, babe, so suck on my [bad word] 

And ride, ride how we ride
Let's ride, low ride

The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they don't give a [bad word] 
Dispatch calls, "Are you doin' something wicked?"
"No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets"

As we ride, ride, how we ride
Ride, ride, how we ride

Ride, ride, how we ride
Let's ride, low ride