We're Bo and Luke Duke and we fight crime.
When criminals tangle with us, they do hard time.
Uncle Jesse gets his fat carcass stuck every time he gets in the General Lee.
When we tell him that he's getting too fat, he puts us over his knee.
It's really embarrassing when grown men get spanked.
Our asses are still stinging because of Jesse's hand and he sure doesn't get thanked.
We have to run from Enos, Rosco and Cletus.
Most people shoot at us when they meet us.
We're good ol' country boys, we do nothing unlawful.
But the fuzz keeps chasing us anyway, isn't that awful?
Whenever Luke and I get arrested, Uncle Jesse has to use the mortage payment for bail.
Maybe we're not such good crime fighters because we can't even send Boss Hogg to jail.
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)