The Law Is For Protection Of The People
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk.
Someone said he stumbled and he fell.
Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue:
Hauled ol' Billy Dalton off to jail.
'Cos the law is for protection of the people.
Rules are rules and any fool can see;
We don't need no drunks like Billy Dalton,
Scaring decent folks like you and me:
No Siree!
Homer Lee Honeycutt was nothin' but a hippie, (Homer Lee Honeycutt!)
Walking through this world without a care.
Then one day six strapping brave policeman,
Held down Homer Lee and cut his hair.
'Cos the law is for protection of the people.
Rules are rules and any fool can see;
We don't need no hairy-headed hippies,
Scaring decent folks like you and me:
No Siree!
Ah, so thank your lucky stars you got protection.
Walk the line and never mind the cost.
Don't wonder who them lawmen was protectin',
When they nailed the saviour to the cross.
'Cos the law is for protection of the people.
Rules are rules and any fool can see;
We don't need no riddle-speakin' prophets,
Scaring decent folks like you and me:
No Siree!
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