Team StarKid, Robert Manion, Mariah Rose Faith, Jeff Blim - Show Me Your Hands lyrics
[Team StarKid, Robert Manion, Mariah Rose Faith, Jeff Blim - Show Me Your Hands lyrics]
Ma'am, I need you to take a step back
You're facing the law
Not the clerk at The Gap yeah, we're cops
Yeah, we're cops you'd better shape on up
You better empty out all of them pockets
But don't empty out all of them pockets
Yeah, we're cops yeah, we're cops
And we make sense show me your hands!
Show me those jazz hands
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
Show me those hands show me those jazz hands
Or I might be inclined
To shoot you up
You go forty in a thirty-five
Check your mirror
You'll find hell has arrived
'Cause we're cops yeah, we're cops
We're up in your shi-et
Kathy lost her cat in a tree
Contact Fire, not the HFPD
'Cause we're cops yeah, we're cops
Her cat is dead!
Show me your hands show me those jazz hands
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
Show me your hands show me those jazz hands
Or I might be inclined to shoot you
Step away from the vehicle
Step away from the vehicle
Get back in the vehicle
Get back in the vehicle
Slowly get out of the vehicle
Slowly get out of the vehicle
Do the things I say, I'm a cop
Step away from the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Step away from the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Get back in the vehicle
(Put those hands down) whee yoo, whee yoo
Get back in the vehicle
(Put those hands down) whee yoo, whee yoo
Slowly get out of the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Slowly get out of the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Do the things I say
(Up, down) whee yoo, whee yoo
I'm a cop!
9-1-1, emergency call
Got a 4-1-1, at a shopping mall
Better pack your heat and utility belt
Any mall rats comin' in hot, they'll melt
Sarge, that's your wife on the 9-1-1
What that bitch want, Sarge?
She wants to snug
Grab your nine millimeter and
A doughnut bucket want my badge number?
Put in your mouth and suck it!
Oh, Sam, please, stop! I'm your
Wife, just talk to me, baby!
Show me your hands (ba pa ra ba ra)
Show me those jazz hands (ba pa ra ba ra)
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
(ba pa ra ba ra)
Show me those hands (uh ba pa ra ba ra)
Show me those jazz hands (ba pa ra ba ra)
Or I might be inclined
To shoot you
You're facing the law
Not the clerk at The Gap yeah, we're cops
Yeah, we're cops you'd better shape on up
You better empty out all of them pockets
But don't empty out all of them pockets
Yeah, we're cops yeah, we're cops
And we make sense show me your hands!
Show me those jazz hands
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
Show me those hands show me those jazz hands
Or I might be inclined
To shoot you up
You go forty in a thirty-five
Check your mirror
You'll find hell has arrived
'Cause we're cops yeah, we're cops
We're up in your shi-et
Kathy lost her cat in a tree
Contact Fire, not the HFPD
'Cause we're cops yeah, we're cops
Her cat is dead!
Show me your hands show me those jazz hands
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
Show me your hands show me those jazz hands
Or I might be inclined to shoot you
Step away from the vehicle
Step away from the vehicle
Get back in the vehicle
Get back in the vehicle
Slowly get out of the vehicle
Slowly get out of the vehicle
Do the things I say, I'm a cop
Step away from the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Step away from the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Get back in the vehicle
(Put those hands down) whee yoo, whee yoo
Get back in the vehicle
(Put those hands down) whee yoo, whee yoo
Slowly get out of the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Slowly get out of the vehicle
(Get those hands up) whee yoo, whee yoo
Do the things I say
(Up, down) whee yoo, whee yoo
I'm a cop!
9-1-1, emergency call
Got a 4-1-1, at a shopping mall
Better pack your heat and utility belt
Any mall rats comin' in hot, they'll melt
Sarge, that's your wife on the 9-1-1
What that bitch want, Sarge?
She wants to snug
Grab your nine millimeter and
A doughnut bucket want my badge number?
Put in your mouth and suck it!
Oh, Sam, please, stop! I'm your
Wife, just talk to me, baby!
Show me your hands (ba pa ra ba ra)
Show me those jazz hands (ba pa ra ba ra)
Get 'em up or you'll end up in cuffs
(ba pa ra ba ra)
Show me those hands (uh ba pa ra ba ra)
Show me those jazz hands (ba pa ra ba ra)
Or I might be inclined
To shoot you