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Jamie Francis Howeth, standing on the deck
Saltwater wind blowing cold against his neck
Navy police badge
shining in the sun
Guarding the harbor till his duty shift is done
He's got a sharp nose,
it's a peculiar trait
Can smell a Sunday dinner right on Thursday's plate
He's got a little arab shadow walking by his side
Patrolling the docks under the evening tide
But don't put tomatoes on his gyro plate
That's one little detail he is sure to hate Yeah,
he celebrates a win like a champion goal Knee sliding on the
grass, losing all control He's a wild man on the pitch when
the whistle blows And he wanks like Drogba when the feeling grows
(ooh-eee) Keeping the peace on the navy docks today
With his trusted little helper
leading the way
Thinking 'bout the weekend,
cooking on the stove
Scent of roasted gravy in a coastal cove He keeps the watch
steady, keeping us all safe
An honest working lawman in his proper place He's got a little
arab shadow walking by his side
Patrolling the docks under the evening tide But don't put tomatoes on
his gyro plate
That's one little detail he is sure to hate Yeah,
he celebrates a win like a champion goal Knee sliding on the
grass, losing all control He's a wild man on the pitch when
the whistle blows And he wanks like Drogba when the feeling grows
(yeah yeah)
Jamie Francis Howeth, keeping the peace
On Thursday night, smelling Sunday feasts (hmmmmm)