Four Karpackie

Excuse me sir, is this your bag?
It's got 4 Karpackie and a box of fags
And a couple of laptops I don't think are yours
And a dirty magazine with a girl on all fours
You were seen across the road
Testing the locks going door to door
Now if you'll just come along with me
And let these nice young fellas be

Hey buddy, what's the craic?
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back

Excuse me ma'am I don't wanna make a fuss
But you've got a kitbag full of my stuff
Down at the station house
And I'm getting a little impatient now
I know you need it for fingerprints
But you've had it ever since
The incident with the unlocked door
You couldn't need it anymore
I only want the laptops, cans and fags
Actually, yeah, you can pretty much keep that mag

Hey buddy, what's the craic?
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back

Excuse me sir for the inconvenience
Ordinarily I'd be lenient
But since I don't like the cut o' your jib
I got no more of my time to give
Now if you'll just fill out these forms
They're only short, forty pages or so
And leave a sample of your blood sweat and tears
I'll try to get your shit back in a couple of years
I gotta send it to forensics first
I'm sure they won't find too much incriminating dirt

Hey buddy, what's the craic?
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back
I just want my motherfuckin' stuff back



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Writer(s): Dead Horse Jive
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