Policeman’s Ball
You woke up Monday morning
And your brass was all aflame
You knew you had to keep the beat
And add my number to your name
But the distance seemed to slow you down
The year crawls by like ants
But ain't no point in carrying a gun
And you never learned how to dance, fool
Now your kitchen's greasy
And the hairs are in your sink
Love to take life easy
But, oh you wonder what your friends might think
They'd tell of someone years ago
Was dreaming of romance
But there was no point in carrying a gun
And you never learned how to dance
Ovеr, under, up and down
Just tell me whеn you're through
And did you ever stop to think
About the sort of thing you'd do?
Well I think we both should laugh out loud
But we'll never ever get the chance
But there ain't no point in carrying a gun
And you never learned how to dance