Cheech and Chong -- Police Got My Car (video)

Police Don't Catch Me

Wherever I am,

in this great land,

I drive slow with care,

thinking of you,

and holding your hand.

Police don't catch me.

Police don't catch me.

Police don't catch me.

Don't catch me, I fear.

I want to stay here.

I want to stay here.

From the bottom of my heart.

I want to prosper, too.

I want to prosper for you.

I want to prosper for her, too.

From the bottom of my heart.

I have celebrated with Corona,

at the cantina down the road.

Police don't catch me.

For I have carefully slowed.

I am a bit inebriated,

from thinking of her, I fear.

But I hope to have her with me,

this time next year.

And if you catch me.

And if you catch me.

Don't tell them please,

the Homeland Security.

For they will dump me.

For they will dump me.

South of the Great Wall,

into abject poverty, and

still a thousand miles, from she.

Repeat, Police don't catch me.

Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull

12/24/20

You can read and print this poem at my website here.