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Cops and Cookies

Here come the Cops We are here to serve A whack from a baton That's all you deserve Here come the Cops The cutters of crime Protectors of people Not in my time Here come the Cops Stealing the cakes From an upturned truck Which had dodgy brakes Here come the Cops Don't break the blue line You may get the leftovers When we take the prime Here come the Cops With what can we fine Did you take them cake crumbs That we left behind Here come the Cops Serious time Did you steal a custard Did you do the crime Here come the Cops Answer they said We know that you took it That piece of brown bread Here come the Cops It was you, your the taker No officer no But I murdered the baker Here come the Cops Never mind that We want back that doughnut It was sumptuous and fat Here come the Cops We're after you When we say take one crumb Don't you dare take two Officer officer, What must you think Such depravity I would not sink I admit that I killed them Then burned the house down Then stole the vehicle and left it in tow I threw the dog in the river The kids in the stream But I never ever pinched no custard cream

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