i got up at half past four
forty-four robbers around my door
forty-four - and maybe more
what the hell they want me for?
stubbly faces & gap-tooth grins
ain´t no way i´m lettin´ them in

no way - you can´t come in
forty-four robbers stinkin´ of gin
uh huh - i ain´t lettin´ you in
i´ll hit you with a rolling pin
so small can´t hurt a fly
get in my way and i´ll sure as hell try
to kick your butt down the block
can´t wait yellin´ for the cops

fifty dealers and fifty thieves
starring at the drive-in on my street
shit, over my shoulder there´s popeye and bluto
looking nasty - can i remember my judo?
it´s always like this - going out alone
so damn scared might never leave home

i´ve got my freedom i´ve got my pride
all means nothin´ with these men outside
puffing and preening and strutting their stuff
blocking my way out - i´ve had enough!
give me justice - hand it over now
gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town...

see ya!

sly stallone and al capone
are giving me grief on the telephone
all i want is a swiss cheese sarnie
when at the deli stands big arnie
hey jean-claude - move aside
that taxi´s mine - i´m taking that ride
when i go out to get the sunday paper
what´s my man to think ´someone might rape her´?!
i´m just having a beer on my own
don´t mean hulk hogan can take me home
i´ve got my mace but my loud-as-fuck whistle
is so ineffective i just pray the epistles
for help to come someday soon
but until then i´ll stay in my room