Hill Street Blues

Hill Street Blues,
Hill Street Blues,
It don't matter how much ...
I drink booze,
Or drugs I use,
Or chicks I schmooze.
Those Hill Street Blues,
I'm confused,
Fearing that we're all just born to lose,
I'm a cop - this is the life I choose.
Partner's shot, and I just watch him ooze,
And witness spouse abuse,
It's all just a ruse,
No one cares; the public snooze.

Hill Street Blues,
Tie the noose,
Nada 'bout which we can be enthused,
Little boys are grabbed and forced to cruise.
I can't shake
My heart aches
goddamn sad and awful
Hill Street M.F. Blues.

(Note to reader: This unfamiliar section of the song is the obscure "Ode to suicide" dance/Hill Street mantra. Feel free to perform at home.)

Hill Street Blues,
'Nads are bruised,
This city's just a fuckin' smolderin' fuse,
Why don't I escape to Santa Cruz?
'Cause I can't shake
Where nothing's jake
Those grim and awful
Hill Street M.F. Blues.