Police Truck - Dead Kennedys

Tonight’s the night that we got the truck

We’re going downtown, gonna beat up drunks

Your turn to drive, I’ll bring the beer

It’s the late, late shift, no one to fear

And ride, ride, how we ride

And ride, low ride

It’s a roundup time where the good whores meet

We’re gonna drag one screaming off the street

And ride, ride, how we ride

Got a black uniform and a silver badge

We’re playin' cops for real, we’re playin' cops for pay

Let’s ride, lowride

Pull down your dress, here’s a kick in the ass

Let’s beat you blue till you shit in your pants

Don’t move, child, got a big black stick

There’s six of us, babe, so suck on my dick!

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 shit

Dispatch calls, «Are you doing something wicked?»

«No siree, Jack, we’re just givin' tickets!»

Let’s ride, ride, how we ride

And ride, ride, how we ride

And ride, ride, how we ride

Let’s ride, low ride