Your evil eye, every night Cruising slow, flashing lights There together, in the dark But it ain't no friend, it's just another scared narc I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman, lawman I think you're a poor man, lawman, hey! Every time you speak to me Makes it plain that you don't see What's really happening here You just confuse respect with fear
I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman, lawman I think you're a poor man, poor man I know you! See you in the Crown Court It seems to me it's like a bloodsport I know you live by the book of rules But anyone who needs a book is a fool I know you, lawman, lawman, lawman Lawman, you know you're a poor man, poor man, lawman