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
Aint no way Im lettin them in

No way - you cant come in
Forty-four robbers stinkin of gin
Uh huh - I aint lettin you in
Ill hit you with a rolling pin
So small cant hurt a fly
Get in my way and Ill sure as hell try
To kick your butt down the block
Cant wait yellin for the cops

Fifty dealers and fifty thieves
Starring at the drive-in on my street
Shit, over my shoulder theres popeye and bluto
Looking nasty - can I remember my judo?
Its always like this - going out alone
So damn scared might never leave home

Ive got my freedom Ive got my pride
All means nothin with these men outside
Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff
Blocking my way out - Ive 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 taxis mine - Im taking that ride
When I go out to get the sunday paper
Whats my man to think someone might rape her? !
Im just having a beer on my own
Dont mean hulk hogan can take me home
Ive 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 Ill stay in my room