Hybrid Kid - Fat Cop

Fat cop on a bike
Trying to work it off on the beat
As he rides his bike down the street
And he lets them all get away
It's a complex morning
Lots of activity
And those just resting their feet
Watching faces go by
I'll send you a parcel
To get over your malaise
If it's all too much trouble
Get into your own game
Lots of cigarettes bummed
By those just twiddling their thumbs
And pickups trawl the streets
Combing for treasure troves
Keep it in the need to know
As cars they saunter
My footsteps falter
Tied up in the undergrowth
I'll send you a parcel
To get over your malaise
If it's all too much trouble
Get into your own game
Send you a parcel
To get over your bad days
If it's all too much trouble
Get back to your old ways

Written by:
Daniel Lloyd

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