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