Betty Vs The NYPD

Come on Betty, unlock the door
Come on Betty, unlock the door
Come on
Let's go
Well, I'm standing here on the Westside Highway
Freezing my ass every other Friday
Got to tell the truth
I'm gonna make that buck
I'm cold and a little bit out of luck
Get your job, I got a job
You want a job, I've got a job
Yeah, blowing minds

Betty, unlock the door

Someone gonna give, I don't got to try
But Jon Spencer told mama let your fists fly
Dig the NYPD and the SRO
I said a little bit and we got to go

Well

That's your man on the phone
Sick and tired of feeling alone
Betty, unlock the door
Come on Betty, unlock the door
Come on
Let's go
Come on
Let's go
Go



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Spencer, Dennis Bauer, Russell Simins
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