Let’s Be Careful Out There
“Homicide, arson, robbery, rape/It wouldn’t hurt to say our prayers!”
There’s some weird church and state boundary crossing going on here.
Don’t Mess With My Pursuit of Happiness
“It’s not like I’m homeless/or strung out on crack/with the taxes I pay/you should cut me some slack…”
Captain Hollander has had enough of the moaning and groaning around the office. “And if you can’t stand the heat/get out of the kitchen/For the last time/Quitcherbitchin’”
A group of hispanic men sing about racial profiling: “We’re the local color with the coppertone skin/And you treat us like we’re guilty of some terrible sin.”
Where Bullets Fly
“You know its a drive by when you see me passin’/I’m trained to kill just like a ninja assassin…”
The crown jewel of Cop Rock features a man known as the Baby Merchant. “I’m the baby merchant/Tots ‘R Us/I give you all the service and no damn fuss/Give the baby merchant just a week or two/I’ll have your baby for you…”
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