My Nephew is a cop and so i dedicate this to him-- He really needs it.

Some where there’s gotta be an answer

Yeah Chief , I’ve gotta tell you. Just let that blondie go ,
I need a drink or something my minds a scrambled Blow,

I stopped her on the interstate, blocked her safely on the rail ,
I identified as normal, But boy was that a fail,

She said, No .I ‘ll crack my window, , you don’t look much like a cop
I cain’t trust anyone, why did you make me stop ?

My meter’s reading 95, Girl, what’s wrong with you,
Mister you must be wrong my temp says 92,

Well that was the beginning, reckon I should have known’
Then she started talkin, and man I’m really thrown,

She said,I read the internet, I follow it like a book,
And with all them colored tattoo’s , you look like a crook,

There’s laws in California for stopping me you know,
And You should get arrested for that pistol that you show,

And that badge you’re wearing, it ain’t shiney like it should be,
Smeared with donut filling? Yeah, I reckon ,that it Could be ,

You want my drivers license, but my answer’s No,
Every scammer wants a number, I read Face Book too you know,

You want my Daddy’s cell phone number, you wanna get me shot,
He’s in town with his girlfriend, it’s her cell phone that he’s got,

No sir I’m not confused it’s your car, that’s my delay,
And no sir I’m not moving, just because I’m in your way,

It’s really gonna cost me, because my car is leased,
You can stay right where you are, I’m calling the police.