If you were looking for a way to make me mad it was a sure fire way you found
Acting like a half wit fool, laying your money around
Well I came back here to tell you Lou, `bout what you almost did
Don`t you ever put the cash on the counter Lou, when I`m with my kid
Yeah the kid`s thirteen he`s growing Lou, two years and he`ll be bigger than me
Still he thinks I`m strong as a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak tree
I raised him alone ten years now since his Mama ran away
And you ain`t gonna blow his image of me for the stunt like you pulled today
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They took the copper right out of the penny Lou
They got the pig locked up in the pen
But you`re in big trouble with me, yes you
If you ever do that again
Ten bucks a week protection don`t mean I can`t knock you down
You`ve got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son`s around
Yeah the kid wants to be a policeman just like me
You know he`ll be a good one the way I started out to be
And he just might end up police chief, now wouldn`t that be something to see?
`Cause then the kid would kick right off of the force all the two-bit grifters like me
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I guess it was when my old lady left me and she took off with a salesman guy
I started to see things so differently, cut your own slice out of the pie
Yeah I grew up and it came clear to me all the smart cops on the make
You get a silver badge not an old tin star when you`re on the take
It`s pimps and whores, punk gang wars, robberies and homicides
When you walk the beat with the creeps on the street, well there ain`t no way to hide
I spent half my life without no wife ridin` herd on the scum of the earth
I learned the tricks of the trade from the gutter parade and then I prayed for all I`m worth
Don`t you know I appreciate the money Lou, `cause it all goes into the bank
And when I send my kid to college someday I`ll have guys like you to thank
Yeah ten bucks a week on your grocery store means you don`t have to worry `bout crime But hold your money when the kid`s with me you can pay me double next time
Chorus
Ten bucks a week protection don`t mean I can`t knock you down
You`ve got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son`s around
