As a young man I had the ambition;
To be a policeman became my decision.
A uniform, gun and badge I wear,
Along with responsibilities I must bear.
I’m a cop doing my feat,
Many strangers I do meet.
I spend many a long day and night
In pursuit of a culprit in flight.
I arrested the man for the deed he did wrong,
Only to see him set free, like a bird with a song.
I stand alone with no one beside me,
Only common sense and the Good Lord to guide me.
Quite often I feel so damn forlorn,
Cursing the day that I was born.
I keep the oath which I took,
And enforce the law straight by the book.
Many years have come and passed,
Several times I thought to be my last.
I’m known by all as a public servant,
Protecting all, even the non-deserven’.
For many I’m required to be
Father-confessor and referee.
I’m cursed by many and loved by few,
Seldom given the credit that is due,
Some call me “pig”, “cop” or “fuzz”,
But when in trouble, guess who they buzz?
