Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Tom Robinson Band
Well, I'm six-foot-nothing of muscle and bone
With my Colt .45, I weigh seventeen stone
Got a Stetson hat and a big cigar
And I clean up trouble with my little tin star
Law and order, trouble in a bulletproof vest
Law and order, I'm the troubleshooting king of the west
Well, I cleaned up the commies and the long-haired bums
All the Chinee, queers and Red Indian scum
I cleaned out the liquor, loose women and dope
And put the uppity niggers on the end of a rope
Law and order, trouble in a bulletproof vest
Law and order, I'm the troubleshooting king of the west
My mommy held Tupperware parties
Had acne when I was a boy
I headed out west, expanded my chest
Now they treat me like the real McCoy
Now I put up my feet and get plenty of rest
'Cause I've done my duty and I'm proud, I guess
But I know Uncle Sam would never settle for less
Now the town's so damn clean, there ain't nobody left
Law and order, trouble in a bulletproof vest
Law and order, I'm the troubleshooting king of the west
Law and order, trouble in a bulletproof vest
I'm the cotton-pickin', highfalutin
Rootin'-tootin', put-the-boot-in
Troubleshooting king of the west