The beat I walk is where those mad beatniks birds squawked
I wear a cap and star with a starched moustache by day
But at night I don a beret
The 'stash remains.
The Law, under watchful eye, is
And always will be maintained.
I wear a cap and star with a starched moustache by day
But at night I don a beret
The 'stash remains.
The Law, under watchful eye, is
And always will be maintained.
