Betty Vs the NYPD

Come on Betty, unlock the door Come on Betty, unlock the door Come on Let's go Well, I'm standing here on the Westside Highway Freezing my ass every other Friday Got to tell the truth I'm gonna make that buck I'm cold and a little bit out of luck Get your job, I got a job You want a job, I've got a job Yeah, blowing minds Betty, unlock the door Someone gonna give, I don't got to try But Jon Spencer told mama let your fists fly Dig the NYPD and the SRO I said a little bit and we got to go Well That's your man on the phone Sick and tired of feeling alone Betty, unlock the door Come on Betty, unlock the door Come on Let's go Come on Let's go Go