Don't Cross My Line

Johnny's at his desk and it's high time he's coolin' it
coolin' it after the day is done
Velma didn't take to his foolin', his foolin'
it wasn't okay; she was not havin' fun
Outside on the steps, she said
"Where are your manners, boy?"
You're givin' me grief; you're givin' me no joy
I'm gonna tell you one more time
Don't cross my line

The boys in the office are guffawing, ha ha about
Old brother Johnny bein' taken to task
Old brother Lou says
"What are you gonna do?"
Johnny says, "I'm so glad you asked
Sweet little thing lookin' like that
Use your imagination, Lou, you know where it's at
Tellin' daddy no it's a game so fine
I'll cross her line

Sergeant's at his desk and he's noddin' his head
Don't remember what he read back a page or three
Drinkin' ice water now glad it's not his daughter
As parts on the page come to his memory
One fifteen when the call comes on the line
A guy screamin' panicky, almost like he's dyin'
"I didn't do it! God, there must have been some fight!"
And there are pieces of a man found strung through the night

Larry's at his desk and he's lookin' at Lynn
As he's sippin' at his gin. Now it's 8 o'clock
Most everyone's at home and he's there all alone
Except for Lynn's late workin' and he's watchin' like a hawk
He slithers up beside her and gives a sheepish smile
Seems somethin' on her desk caused a crimp in his style
Scrolled in bold sits a mighty pretty sign
Don't Cross My Line