Little boys like you, they got a job to do In a uniform, I’ll tell you what to do
Help old ladies across the street Direct the traffic in the sleep It’s a job that you won’t mind But I’m always working overtime Come and see me anytime But you’ll have to toll the line And I’m not quite tense at all But I’ll really have a go
And when I’m walking on the street You’d like to know just what I think
Don’t you think I look a fool? You should get on back to school Drinking out down by the yard You’re so tough and you’re so hard If you try, you can feel them Don’t look now, cause you should win em’ Baby-faced and ready to kill Any boy whose written their will Excuse me