Policeman's Ball

You woke up Monday morning and your brass was all aflame
You knew you had to keep the beat and add my number to your name
Well, the distance seemed to slow you down
The years crossed by like ants
But ain't no fun and you carry a gun
And you never learned how to dance
Oh, now your kitchen's greasy and the hairs are in your seat
Love to take life easy but, oh, you
Wonder what your friends might think
They tell me someone years ago was dreaming of romance
But you're no fun and you carry a gun
And you never learned how to dance
Yeah!
Over, under, up and down
Just tell me when you're through
Did you ever stop to think about the sort of good you do?
Well, I think we both should laugh out
Loud but we'll never, ever get the chance
But you ain't no fun and you carry a
Gun and you never learned how to dance