Half-baked out in the sun
Crack a cold one open and gulp it down
Uneased by the glimpse of a badge
I better move, don't wanna end in cuffs
The fuzz is on my back
Always lurking and creeping up
The fuzz is on my back
Anywhere there's always pigs on sight
The night is hot and the air is dense
The city is growling and I'm feeling a little tense
Release the hounds with the target set
They're gonna hassle everyone they can
The fuzz is on my back
Always lurking and creeping up
The fuzz is on my back
Anywhere there's always pigs on sight
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Thanks to the pigs now the fun is through
Nothing left but to crawl back home
And try again tomorrow this endless roam
The fuzz is on my back
Always lurking and creeping up
The fuzz is on my back
Get off my back