- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Guy Fixsen
 - M. Fiedler
 
- Genres:
 - 90s
 - Electronic
 
- Tags:
 - 20th century
 - post rock
 - trip hop
 
- See also:
 
Laika - 44 Robbers lyrics
I got up at half past four
 Forty-four robbers around my door
 Forty-four and maybe more
 What the hell they want me for?
 Stubbly faces and gap-tooth grins
 Ain't no way I'm lettin' them in
 No way, you can't come in
 Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin
 Uh huh, I ain't lettin' you in
 I'll hit you with a rolling pin
 So small can't hurt a fly
 Get in my way and I'll sure as hell try
 Kick your butt down the block
 Can't wait yellin' for the cops
 Fifty dealers and fifty thieves
 Starring at the drive-in on my street
 Shit, over my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto
 Looking nasty can I remember my judo?
 It's always like this going out alone
 So damn scared might never leave home
 No way, you can't come in
 Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin
 Uh huh, I ain't lettin' you in
 I'll hit you with a rolling pin
 So small can't hurt a flyLaika - 44 Robbers - http://motolyrics.com/laika/44-robbers-lyrics.html
 Get in my way and I'll sure as hell try
 Kick your butt down the block
 Can't wait yellin' for the cops
 I've got my freedom, I've got my pride
 All means nothin' with the men outside
 Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff
 Blocking my way out, had enough
 Give me justice, hand it over now
 Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town, see ya
 Sly Stallone and Al Capone
 Are giving me grief on the telephone
 All I want is a Swiss cheese sarnie
 When at the deli stands big Arnie
 Hey Jean-Claude, move aside
 That taxi's mine, I'm taking that ride
 When I go out to get the Sunday paper
 What's my man to think someone might rape her
 I'm just having a beer on my own
 Don't mean Hulk Hogan can take me home
 Got my mace but my loud-as-fuck whistle
 So ineffective I just pray the Epistles
 For help to come, someday sooner
 Until then I'll stay in my room













