Synchronicity III

Come out with your hands up, this is a raid
Everybody hands up, this is a raid
Don't make this any harder than it has to be
Just come out quietly
Come out quietly
Hey, those three guys look familiar
Those three blond cops look familiar
Those three blond-haired lawmen I'd know anywhere
I saw them everywhere
Saw them in '83
On Top of the Pops, maybe
Sorry folks, the party's over
Hand over all your weed and alcohol
Who here runs this operation?
We gave the DEA a call
I thought I knew them from somewhere
I knew I knew them from somewhere
Yeah, they're looking older, maybe 70
They've aged impeccably
But that's them, definitely
(We used to joke about this)
We haven't the faintest of what you're talking about, ma'am
We're only ordinary officers of the law
Every little breath she takes is magic
King of pain around your finger
I own every album, I know every song
Sang 'till I burst a lung
And started reading Jung
Wish I was still so young
We're not the men you think we are (nooo)
Just can it and get in the car (oohhh)
We'll confiscate your contraband (oohhh)
We're not in any famous band
I'm not crazy, I can prove it
I have all the proof to prove it
That this is just some government conspiracy
To make a fool of me
It's synchronicity
Gee, that was a close one, wasn't it, Andy?
Gee, that was a close one, wasn't it, Stingo?
I know money's tighter than it used to be
On a cop's salary
It's life, though, I agree
But this pot and pinot gris
Helps out our dignity
Helps out our dignity