Step out of the car, yeah, you heard me right,

Windows down, hands high, don’t put up a fight.

Unlock the door, do I need to yell?

Hit the ground, pal, welcome to hell.

Why’d you run that man down?

There’s blood dripping all around.

What’s in the glovebox, what did I find?

Twenty grand, a gun, you're in a bind.

Ow!

(Ahh!)

I swear, officer, you’ve got it all wrong!

(Ahh!)

This ain't where I belong!

Sure, I look like trouble in a thrift-store tee,

But nothing in the car has anything to do with me!

That old lady? She tripped, that’s how it went down,

Her bag's just near her ,on the ground!

I never killed that man,

Yeah, there’s blood, but it’s all wrong, man!

I hate guns, they freak me out,

This is all a setup, I’ve got no doubt!

Ow!

(Ahh!)

I swear, officer, this is a mistake!

(Ahh!)

Let me out before I break!

Wait, hold up, what’s the charge?

Low-level nonsense, they’ve got me barred.

Can’t complain, though, the food’s alright,

And the TV’s blasting cartoons all night!

(Ahh!)

I swear, officer, you’re wasting your time!

(Ahh!)

But hey, the bullet's mine!