44 Robbers - Laika

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...