Oh, mine is a vigorous tale ‒
I've spent years inside the whale,
You, my friend, on the other hand,
Content to run with the also-rans,
Mesmerised by the circle crops,
Scared to death of the bleeps and blops,
So you call the cops
But just remember that
One policeman leads to another
Oh My years of fleeting fame,
But here I am still in this game,
You, my friend, you'll never learn,
You're still convinced you'll get your turn,
You lost the upper hand because
You couldn't remember who your enemy was,
So you call the fuzz
And one policeman leads to another
Oh, you and your thing for authority,
I wish you would steer clear of me,
Siren's wail and buzzers beep,
And winners lose and then losers weep and
Sure as an igloo's what an eskimo sleeps in ‒
Every policeman knows more policemen
Oh, mine was a perilous journey,
But I had the best attorney,
You, my friend, always going alone,
Now the rats have dibs on your every bone,
As sure as paths were never taken ‒
Your dormant dreams, they never awaken
And it smells like bacon
You oughta know that
One policeman leads to another x8
