Originally posted by Hatman

BRITISH BOBBY
(Fred Wedlock)

I am a British Bobby, I pound a Bobby's beat
You can tell it's me what's pounding by the banging of my feet,
It's the Bobby's way of keeping warm, in his Bobby's ufinorm,
I am a British Bobby, from the wilds of Redland Green.

Why I joined the police force I will never know
Cos' I was almost human till about a month ago.
One consolation to my song,
the customer is always wrong
I am a nasty Bobby, like the rest up Redland Green.

Pounding on my beat boys it makes me very tired
but if I complain of blisters I'm sure that I'll be fired.
So they gave me a panda car,now I just get blisters on my elbows.
I am an idle Bobby, kipping down in Redland Green.

Good old Cannabis resins we like it quite a lot
and if the truth be known boys, what a lot we've got.
It's issued to us every day for planting in a crafty way
to become a turned on sergeant,freaking out in Redland Green.

I caught a girl soliciting where I knew I would,
I took her in my Bobby Box and I cautioned her right good.
Took down her name with a frown,
and that's not all what I took down.
I am a virile Bobby, Populating redland Green.

And when I get to old for it
a fight I cannot win
My helmet and my truncheon i'll have to hand them in.
Hang my whistle on a hook, close my little note(e)book.
I'll be a clapped out Bobby, being carried out of Redland Green