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Call the Police
Callin' all cars!
Callin' all cars!
Police!
Police!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
Won't you call the police, quick quick quick!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
'Cause the guy has stole my gal from me!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
Won't you call the police, quick quick quick!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
'Cause the guy has stole my gal from me!
Her name was Lucy May,
She went out into the garden to play, to play;
Along came a guy with high drape pants
And snatched little Lucy away!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
Won't you call the police, quick quick quick!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
'Cause the guy has stole my gal from me!
Call the police!
Call the police!
Call the police!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
Won't you call the police, quick quick quick!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
'Cause the guy has stole my gal from me!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
Won't you call the police, quick quick quick!
Call the police, hurry, hurry!
'Cause the guy has stole my gal from me!
Her name was Lucy May,
She went out into the garden to play, to play;
Along came a guy with high drape pants
And snatched little Lucy away!
Oh, call the police!
Call the police!
Call the police!
(scat)
Please won't you call the police!
Got it!