Here Come the Fuzz
You can hear them coming - humming
Mmm-mhmm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aww
Mary had no little lamb
But she had skin like the whitest wool
She was not without sin and
Never afraid to cast the first stone
She's a ladylike maniac
Armed with an aluminum baseball bat
She was kicking and screaming:
"I'm on a mission from god!
We're gonna have us some tit for tat!"
Here come the fuzz
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
Here come the fuzz
You can hear them coming - humming
Mmm-mhmm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aww
Lil' lapdog Perry didn't have the
Loudest bark in the pound
But don't let that fool you
He was mean motherfucking hound
And everytime he found himself alone
Hebetudinous and lonely and without a bone
He would start pissing his turf around the mother dome
When his master had been gone too long
Here come the fuzz
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
Here come the fuzz
Well you see now
Little brittle Mary's loyalty appeared to vary
But then she kinda went rogue
She clapped her hands and
She did a little dance
Pointed her fingers at the crumbs-trail down the floor
Come all ye faithfull
Follow this here path into sweet delight
You see, those collars 'round your neck
Belong to Mr.Big-Electric-Lights!
Here come the fuzz
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
You better join the cult!
Mmm-mhmm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-ow-how-how
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-ow-how
Join the cult
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
Here come the fuzz
Mmm-hmmm
You better join the cult
Mmm-mhmm-hmmmm
You join the fuzz
Mmm-mhmm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aww
Mary had no little lamb
But she had skin like the whitest wool
She was not without sin and
Never afraid to cast the first stone
She's a ladylike maniac
Armed with an aluminum baseball bat
She was kicking and screaming:
"I'm on a mission from god!
We're gonna have us some tit for tat!"
Here come the fuzz
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
Here come the fuzz
You can hear them coming - humming
Mmm-mhmm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-aww
Lil' lapdog Perry didn't have the
Loudest bark in the pound
But don't let that fool you
He was mean motherfucking hound
And everytime he found himself alone
Hebetudinous and lonely and without a bone
He would start pissing his turf around the mother dome
When his master had been gone too long
Here come the fuzz
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
Here come the fuzz
Well you see now
Little brittle Mary's loyalty appeared to vary
But then she kinda went rogue
She clapped her hands and
She did a little dance
Pointed her fingers at the crumbs-trail down the floor
Come all ye faithfull
Follow this here path into sweet delight
You see, those collars 'round your neck
Belong to Mr.Big-Electric-Lights!
Here come the fuzz
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
You better join the cult!
Mmm-mhmm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-ow-how-how
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hmm-a-how-how-how
Yeah-yeah-yeah-ow-how
Join the cult
Wooah-oh-yeah-yeah-aww
Here come the fuzz
Mmm-hmmm
You better join the cult
Mmm-mhmm-hmmmm
You join the fuzz
Credits
Writer(s): Sigurdsson Karl-rasmus Bringeland, Leonard Wik Mikael Carl Django Andersson
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