Y'see, I've got this problem; I don't like cops
And cops don't like me (Bitches leave)
Can you fly Bobby? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
What is this shit? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
I work for OCP, Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
OCP runs the cops
There's a race to be on top
The competition doesn't stop
Mixing with the ladies fair
being charming debonair
The gang will reign supreme
And no one can deny
They'll make some history
And always have an alibi
So join in the jubilee
The cats are great they'll all agree
Find in each calamity
the cat's superiority