Top Songs By The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals Cast
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals Cast
Performer
Jeff Blim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Blim
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ma'am, I need you to take a step back
You're facing the law, not the clerk at The Gap
Yeah, we're cops
Yeah, we're cops
You'd better shape on up
You better empty out all of them pockets
But don't empty out all of them pockets
Yeah, we're cops
Yeah, we're cops
And we make sense
Show me your hands!
Show me those jazz hands
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
Show me your hands
Show me those jazz hands
Or I might
Be inclined
To shoot you up
You go forty in a thirty-five
Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived
'Cause we're cops
Yeah, we're cops
We're up in your shi-et
Kathy lost her cat in a tree
Contact Fire, not the HFPD
'Cause we're cops
Yeah, we're cops
Her cat is dead!
Show me your hands
Show me those jazz hands
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
Show me your hands
Show me those jazz hands
Or I might
Be inclined to shoot you
Step away from the vehicle
Step away from the vehicle
Get back in the vehicle
Get back in the vehicle
Slowly get out of the vehicle
Slowly get out of the vehicle
Do the things I say, I'm a cop
Step away from the vehicle (Get those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo}
Step away from the vehicle (Get those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo}
Get back in the vehicle (Put those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo}
Get back in the vehicle (Put those hands up) {whee-yoo, whee-yoo}
Slowly get out of the vehicle (Get those hands up)
Slowly get out of the vehicle (Get those hands up)
Do the things I say (Up, down!)
I'm a cop!
9-1-1, emergency call
Got a 4-1-1, at a shopping mall
Better pack your heat and utility belt
Any mall rats comin' in hot, they'll melt
Sarge, that's your wife on the 9-1-1
What that bitch want, Sarge
She wants to snug
Grab your nine millimetre and a doughnut bucket
Want my badge number
Put in your mouth and suck it!
Oh, Sam, please stop! I'm your wife, just talk to me, baby!
Show me your hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)
Show me those jazz hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)
Show me your hands (uh-ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)
Show me those jazz hands (ba-pa-ra-ba-ra)
Or I might
Be inclined
To shoot you
Writer(s): Jeffrey Blim
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