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44 Robbers
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Rock
44 Robbers was released on October 17, 1994 by Too Pure as a part of the album Silver Apples of the Moon
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Release DateOctober 17, 1994
LabelToo Pure
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM118

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Laika
Laika
Performer
Guy Fixsen
Guy Fixsen
Keyboards
Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
Vocals
John Frenett
John Frenett
Bass Guitar
Lou Ciccotelli
Lou Ciccotelli
Musician
Louise Elliott
Louise Elliott
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Fixsen
Guy Fixsen
Songwriter
Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Fixsen
Guy Fixsen
Producer
Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
Producer

Lyrics

I got up at half-past four
44 robbers around my door
44 and maybe more
What the hell they want me for?
Stubbly faces, gap-tooth grin
Ain't no way I'm letting them in
No way, you can't come in, 44 robbers stinking of gin
Uh-huh, I ain't letting 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, yelling for the cops
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, 44 robbers stinking of gin
Uh-huh, I ain't letting 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, yelling for the cops
Got my freedom, I got my pride
All means nothing 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
Written by: Guy Fixsen, Margaret Fiedler McGinnis
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