Standing across a crowded street
With her badge blinding the sun
At five foot six
With ruby red lips
And her Colt 44 Magnum

Her name is Harriet Callaghan
The thorn in the side of thugs
Cause she takes them down
To Chinatown
And busts them for selling their drugs

Her appearance can be deceiving
For such a beauty is she
With her long red hair
Fashion flair
And eyes of brownish green

Don't think of pulling a fast one
She's a woman dressed to kill
You do and it will be your last one
If she wants to take YOU out....
SHE WILL....

That's why they call her "Dirty"
She plays that kind of game
With all the creeps that cross her
Cause they would do the same

She's the not so secret weapon
Of Precinct 73
And doesn't follow a rulebook
Of how HER justice should be

So step aside and get out of her way
If you know what's good for you
And if you don't
What should I say?.....
At your funeral

So let this be a lesson
And one you won't soon forget
Never trust a woman
Named Dirty Harriet